Oooh ooh ooh
ooooh oooh oooh ooh

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through, this world alone
There´s no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which i go
And i´m going there to see my mother
And i´m going there no more to roam
I´m only going over journey
I´m only going over home now

Hey eý ey yeah
Mmmm
Ooohhh

I know dark clouds will gather me
I know my way´s rough and steep
Ind the beautiful fields lie just beyond me
And i know my way´s rough and steep
I´m going there to see my mother
I´m going there no more to roam
I´m only going over journey
I´m only going over home now

Cause i am a poor wayfaring stranger
travelling through, this world alone
There´s no sickness, 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 only going over journey
I´m only going home now