Druhá Tráva

I am a ^Ami poor way ^E7 faring ^Ami stranger,
While traveling ^Dmi trough this world of ^Ami woe
Yet there´s no sicknes, ^E7 toil or danger,
In that bright ^Dmi world ^E7 to which I ^Ami go.

I´m going ^F there to see my ^Ami father,
I´m going ^F there ^G no more to ^C roam,
^E7 I´m only ^Ami going ^E7 over ^Ami Jordan,
I´m only ^Dmi Go ^E7 ing over ^Ami home.

I know dark clouds will gather round me,
I know my way, is rough and steep,
Yet beateous fields lies just before me,
Where god´s redeem their vigils keep.

I´m going there to see my mother,
She sad she´d meet me, when I will come,
I´m only going over Jordan,
I´m only going over home.

I´ll soon be freed from every trial,
My body sleep in the church yard,
I´ll drop the cross of self-deniyal,
And enter on my great reward.

I´m going there to see my Savior,
To sing his praise forevemore
I´m only going over Jordan,
I´m only going over home.