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I am a pAmoor, wayfaring stranger
WEanderiAmn' through this world of woe
But there's no siAmckness, no toil, no danger
In that bright lEand tAmo which I go
CI'm going hFome to see my faCther
I'm goFing home no moreAm to roam
I'm only gAmoing over Jordan
I'm just agoiEng over hoAmme
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But beauteous fields lie just before me
Where men redeem their vigil's keep
I'm going home to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm just agoing over Jordan
I'm just agoing over home
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wanderin' through this world of woe
And there's no sickness, no toil, no danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going home to see my Savior
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm just agoing over Jordan
I'm just agoing over home
I'm just agoing over home
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