The classic by Rodgers and Hart. 

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger,
a-travellin’ through this world of woe.
But there’s no sickness, toil, or danger,
in that fair land to which I go.

I’m going back to see my mother.
I’m going back, no more to roam.
I’m just a-goin’ over Jordan.
I’m just a-goin’ over home.