i am a pilgrim

i am a pilgrim and a stranger

travelling through this wearisome land

i've got a home in that yonder city

good lord

and it's not

not made by hand

i've got a mother

sister and a brother

who have gone this way before

i am determined to go and see them

good lord

for they're on that other shore

i'm goin' down to the river of jordan

just to bathe my wearisome soul

if i can just touch the hem of his garment

good lord

then i know he'd take me home

i am a pilgrim and a stranger

travelling through this wearisome land

i've got a home in that yonder city

good lord

and it's not

not made by hand