I am a poor web-firing stranger
I'm going through the toil of all
There is no sickness, no light, no danger
In that bright world to which I go
I'm going out to see my father
I'm going on a marching road
I'm just a girl going over Jordan
I'm just a girl over home
I am a poor web-firing stranger
I'm going through the toil of all
I'm going through the toil of all
There is no sickness, no light, no danger
In that bright world to which I go
I'm going out to see my mother
I'm going on a marching road
I'm just a girl going over Jordan
I'm just a girl going over Jordan
I am a poor web-firing stranger
I'm going through the toil of all
There is no sickness, no light, no danger
In that bright world to which I go
I'm going out to see my brother
I'm going on a marching road
I'm just a girl going over Jordan
I'm just a girl going over home
I am a poor web-firing stranger
I'm going through the toil of all
There is no sickness, no light, no danger
In that bright world to which I go
I'm going out to see my sister
I'm going on a marching road
I'm just a girl going over Jordan
I'm just a girl going over home
I'm just a girl going over home