i am a pilgrim and a stranger
traveling through this weary some land
well i've got a home in that yonder city
good lord and it's not not made by hand
i got a mother
a sister and a brother
who have gone to that sweet home
and i am determined
to go and see them up there over on that other shore
i am a pilgrim and a stranger
traveling through this wearisome land
well i've got a home in that yonder city
good lord and it's not not made by hand
as i go down to the river of jordan
just to bathe my weary soul
if i could touch the him of his garment good lord
i believe he will make me whole
i am a pilgrim and a stranger
travelling through this wearysome land
well i've got a home in that yonder city
good lord and it's not not made by hand
and it's not not made by hand
