| I am a poor wayfaring stranger
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| Travelling through this world of woe.
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| There’s no sickness, toil nor danger
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| In that bright land to which I go.
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| I’m going there to see my mother
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| I’m going there no more to roam.
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| I’m just going over Jordan
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| I’m just going over home.
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| I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me.
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| I know my path is rough and steep.
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| But golden fields stretch out before me Where weary eyes no more will weep.
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| I’m going there to see my brother
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| I’m going there no more to roam
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| I’m just going over Jordan
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| I’m just going over home
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| I’m going there to see my mother
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| She said she’d meet me when I come
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| I’m just going over Jordan
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| I’m just going over home
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| I’m going there to see my father
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| He said he’d meet me when I come
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| I’m going there, over Jordan
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| I’m just going to my new home |