rranged by mcguinn/hillman

rranged by mcguinn/hillman

I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Travelling through this wearisome land
I’ve got a home in that yonder city, good lord
And it’s not, not made by hand

I’ve got a mother, sister and a brother
Who have gone this way before
I am determined to go and see them, good lord
For they’re on that other shore

I’m 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 he’d take me home

I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Travelling through this wearisome land
I’ve got a home in that yonder city, good lord
And it’s not, not made by hand