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