Ami  Dmi  Ami

Ami     
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger,
                Dmi                  Ami
While traveling trough this world of woe.
Yet there´s no sickness, toil or danger,
               Dmi              Ami
In that bright world to which I go.

              F               C
R1: I´m going there to see my father,
              F                E
    I´m going there no more to roam.
             Ami   
    I´m only going over Jordan,
             Dmi E7       Ami
    I´m only go- ing over home.

I know dark clouds will gather round me,
I know my way, is rough and steep.
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me,
Where God´s redeemed their vigils keep.

R2: I´m going there to see my mother,
    She sad she´d meet me, when I come.
    I´m only going over Jordan,
    I´m only going over home.