Lyrics How I Got Over - The Blind Boys Of Alabama, Marva Wright

How I Got Over

How I got over
How I got over, my Lord
And my soul looked back and wondered
How I got over, my Lord
The tallest tree in Paradise
The Christians call it tree of life
And my soul looked back and wondered
How I got over, my Lord
Lord, I’ve been 'buked and I’ve been scorned
And I’ve been talked 'bout as sure as you’re born
And my soul looked back and wondered
How I got over, my Lord
Oh, Jordan’s river is so chilly and cold
It will chill your body but not your soul
And my soul looked back and wondered
How I got over, my Lord