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(Robert DeCormier/Peter Yarrow/Noel Paul Stookey/Mary Travers) I am a poor wayfaring stranger I'm traveling through This world of woe And there's no sickness, no toil or danger In that bright land To which I go I'm going there to see my mother I'm going there no more to roam I'm just a'going over Jordan I'm just a'going over home Now one of these mornings And it won't be long We all shall rise And stand side by side And hand in hand We're bound for glory And death shall fall before freedom's tide I'm going there to see my mother I'm going there no more to roam I'm just a'going over Jordan I'm just a'going over home Songtexte I'm going there to see my mother I'm going there no more to roam I'm just a'going over Jordan I'm just a'going over home Aus Songtexte Mania