i'm a pilgrim

i am a pilgrim and a stranger

traveling through this worrisome 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

a sister and a brother

who have gone this way before

i am determined to go and see them good lord

over on that golden shore

i am a pilgrim and a stranger

traveling through this worrisome land

i've got a home in that yonder city good lord

and it's not not made by hand

i'm going down to the river jordan

just to be my weary soul

if i can just touch but the hem of his garment

good lord

then i know i'll be made whole

i am a pilgrim and a stranger

traveling through this worrisome land

i've got a home in that yonder city

good lord

and it's not not made by hand