I am a poor wayfaring stranger I'm traveling through this world of woe And there's no sickness, no toil or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my mother I'm going there, no more to roam I'm just a'going over Jordan I'm just a'going over home Now, one of these mornings and it won't be long We all shall rise, stand side by side And hand in hand, we're bound for glory And death shall fall before freedom's tide I'm going there to see my mother I'm going there, no more to roam I'm just a'going over Jordan I'm just a'going over home I'm going there to see my mother I'm going there, no more to roam I'm just a'going over Jordan I'm just a'going over home
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