I Am a Pilgrim

I am a pilgrim and a stranger

Travelling through this wearsome 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 been this way before

I am determined to go and see them, good Lord

Over on that other shore

I going down to the river of Jordan

Just to bathe my wearsome soul

If I can just touch the hem of his garmet, good Lord

Then I know he'd take me home