I'm just a poor way-far-ing stran-ger
A trav-ling through this world of woe
But theres no sick-ness
Toil or troub-le
In that bright world to which I go.
I'm go-ing there to see my fath-er,
I'm go-ing there no more to roam.
I'm just a go-ing ov-er Jor-dan,
I'm just a go-ing ov-er home.
