I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this worst of land
I've got a home in that yonder city
Good Lord, and it's not made by hand
I've got a mother, sister, and a brother
Who have gone home before
And I'm determined
To go and see her
See them get loaded over on
That other shore
As I go down to the river of Jordan
Just to soothe my weary soul
If I could touch the water
I'd touch but the hem of his garment
Good Lord, I do believe
It would make me whole
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this worst of land
I've got a home in that yonder city
Good Lord, and it's not made by hand
I've got a home in that yonder city
Good Lord, and it's not made by hand
