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I am a poor wayfaring stranger a-traveling through this world below but there's no sickness, toil, or danger in that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my father I'm going there no more to roam I'm just a-going over jordan I'm just a-going over home I am a poor wayfaring stranger a-traveling through this world below but there's no sickness, toil, or danger in that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my mother she said she'd meet me when I come I'm just a-going over jordan I'm just a-going over home I'm just a-going over home I'm just a-going over home From Letras Mania