I am that solider, still fearing strangers
Running through this dark and cold and lost and lonely world
There is a this sickness, which I call my own pride
That I’ll wear true until the very day I die

And I’m going there to meet my mother
And I’m going there to meet my father
And when I cross right over that Jordan
It won’t be long before I’m home again

I am that solider, still a man endangered
Running through this dark and cold and lost and lonely world
Though the beautiful fields lie just beyond me
The uniformed Devils tempt me to flee

But I’m going there to see my sister
But I’m going there to see my brother
And I’m only going right over that Jordan

So it won’t be long before I’m home again

Because I was a lover before a solider
Traveling through this world all alone
There is no sickness or no danger
In that Brightland to which I go