I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, it's not made by hand
I have a mother, sister and a brother Who have gone to that sweet home
I'm determined to go and meet them, good Lord Over on that other shore
Cause I'm a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this worrisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, it's not made by hand
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 it would make me whole
Cause I'm a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this worrisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, it's not made by hand