Wayfaring Stranger - Jack White

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world alone

There is no sickness

Toil

Nor danger

In that fair land to which I go

I'm going home

To see my mother

I'm going home

No more to roam

I am just going over Jordan

I am just going over home

I know dark clouds will hover o'er me

I know my pathway is rough and steep

But golden fields lie out before me

Where weary eyes no more will weep

I'm going home to see my father

I'm going home no more to roam

I am just going over Jordan

I am just going over home

I'll soon be free from every trial

This form shall rest beneath the sun

I'll drop the 'cross of self denial

And enter in that home with God

I'm going home to see my savior

I'm going home no more to roam

I am just going over Jordan

I am just going over home