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 brother who have gone this way before,
I am determined to go and see them, dear Lord, over on the other shore.
I'm going down to the river of Jordan just to bathe my wearisome soul,
If I can just touch the hem of his garment, dear 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.
