I am a pilgrim and a strangerTraveling through this worst of landI've got a home in that yonder cityGood Lord, and it's not made by handI've got a mother, sister, and a brotherWho have gone home beforeAnd I'm determinedTo go and see herSee them get loaded over onThat other shoreAs I go down to the river of JordanJust to soothe my weary soulIf I could touch the waterI'd touch but the hem of his garmentGood Lord, I do believeIt would make me wholeI am a pilgrim and a strangerTraveling through this worst of landI've got a home in that yonder cityGood Lord, and it's not made by handI've got a home in that yonder cityGood Lord, and it's not made by hand
