I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this worrisome land
And I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, Lordy, and it's not, not made by hand
I've got a brother, got a sister and a brother
Who have gone on to that sweet home
And I'm determined to go and see them, good Lord
Over on that other shore
As I go down to the river of Jordan
Just to bathe my weary soul
If I could touch but the hem of his garment, good Lord
I believe, Lordy, I believe that it would make me whole
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this worrisome land
I've got a home in yonder city
And it's not, Lordy, and it's not, not made by hand
