I am a pilgrim and
a stranger
Traveling through
this weirsome land
I've got a home in that yonder city
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 their own,
that other shore
I'm going down to
the river of Jordan
Just to bear
my weirsome 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
Traveling through
this weirsome land
I've got a home in that yonder city,
good Lord
And it's not,
not made by hand