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I am a poor wayfaring stranger, traveling through this world of woe. But there's no sickness nor toil or 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 sod. I'll bear my 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.

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from Our Hearts are Gold, Our Grass is Blue, released September 17, 2009

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