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 got a mother, got a sister and a brother
Who have gone this way before
I am determined to go and see them, (good Lord)
Over on that other shore

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

Now I'm goin' down to that 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'll 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