Arranged 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