I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
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Traveling through this world alone
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And there's no sickness, toil or danger
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In that bright land to which I go
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And I'm going there to see my mother
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And I'm going there no more to roam
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And I'm only going over Jordan
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And I'm only going over home now
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And I know dark clouds will gather me
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And I know my way is rough and steep
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And the beautiful fields lie just beyond me
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And I know my needs are rough and steep
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And I'm going there to see my mother
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And I'm going there no more to roam
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And I'm only going over Jordan
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And I'm only going over home now
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'Cause I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
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Traveling through this world alone
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And there's no sickness, toil or danger
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In that bright land to which I go
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And I'm going there to see my mother
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And I'm going there no more to roam
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And I'm only going over Jordan
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And I'm only going over home now
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