에바 캐시디
I am a poor
wayfaring stranger
While journeying
through this
world of woe
Yet there's
no sickness
toil nor danger
In that brightland
to which I go
I'm going there
to see my father
I'm going there
no more to roam
I'm only go
going over Jordan
I'm only go
going over home
I know dark clouds
will gather over me
I know my way
my way is rough
and steep
Yet beautiful
fields
lie just before me
And God's redeemed
their vigils keep
I'm going there
to see my father
I'm going there
no more to roam
I'm only go
going over Jordan
I'm only going
over home
I'm going there
oh to see my mother
I'm going there
no more to roam
I'm only go
go going over Jordan
I'm only go
going over home
I want to wear
that crown
of glory
When I get home
to that good land
Well I want
to shout
salvation's story
In concert
with
the blood
washed band
I'm going there
to see my Savior
I'm going there
no more to roam
I'm only go
going over Jordan
I'm only go
go going over home
Well I'm only go
going over home
Yeah only go
going over home