How I Got Over - The Blind Boys Of Alabama, Marva Wright

How I got over

How I got over, my Lord

And my soul looked back and wondered

How I got over, my Lord

The tallest tree in Paradise

The Christians call it tree of life

And my soul looked back and wondered

How I got over, my Lord

Lord, I’ve been 'buked and I’ve been scorned

And I’ve been talked 'bout as sure as you’re born

And my soul looked back and wondered

How I got over, my Lord

Oh, Jordan’s river is so chilly and cold

It will chill your body but not your soul

And my soul looked back and wondered

How I got over, my Lord