Oooh ooh oohOoooh oooh oooh oohI am a poor wayfaring strangerTravelling through, this world aloneThere’s no sickness, toil or dangerAnd that bright light to which I goAnd I’m going there to see my motherAnd I’m going there no more to roamI’m only going over jordanI’m only going over home nowHey eý ey yeahMmmmOoohhhI know dark clouds will gather meI know my way’s rough and steepAnd the beautiful fields lie just beyond meAnd I know my way’s rough and steepI’m going there to see my motherI’m going there no more to roamI’m only going over jordanI’m only going over home nowCoz I am a poor wayfaring strangerTravelling through, this world aloneThere’s no sickness, toil or dangerAnd that bright light to which I goI’m going there to see my motherI’m going there no more to roamI’m only going over jordanI’m only going home now