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I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world alone There is no sickness, toil nor danger In that fair land to which I go I'm goin' home to meet my mother I'm goin' home, no more to roam I am just goin' over Jordan I am just goin' over home I know dark clouds will hover o'er me I know my pathway's rough and steep But golden fields lie out before me Where weary eyes no more will weep I'm goin' home to meet my father I'm goin' home, no more to roam I am just goin' over Jordan I am just goin' over home I'll soon be free from every trial This form shall rest beneath the sod I'll drop that cross of self-denial And enter in that home with God I'm goin' home to meet my Savior Letras de cancionesI'm goin' home, no more to roam I'm just goin' over Jordan I'm just goin' over home I'm just goin' over Jordan I'm just goin' over home From Letras Mania