Arranged by mcguinn/hillman
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Travelling through this wearisome land
Ive got a home in that yonder city, good lord
And its not, not made by hand
Ive got a mother, sister and a brother
Who have gone this way before
I am determined to go and see them, good lord
For theyre on that other shore
Im goin down to the river of jordan
Just to bathe my wearisome soul
If I can just touch the hem of his garment, good lord
Then I know hed take me home
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Travelling through this wearisome land
Ive got a home in that yonder city, good lord
And its not, not made by hand