| I am a pilgrim and a stranger
|
| Traveling through this wearisome land
|
| And I’ve got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
|
| And it’s not (good Lordy it’s not) not made by hand
|
| I got a mother, a sister and a brother
|
| Who have gone to that sweet home
|
| And I am determined to go and see them, good Lord
|
| Over on (good Lordy over on) that distant shore
|
| As I go down to that river Jordan
|
| Just to bathe my weary soul
|
| If I could touch but just the hem of His garment, good Lord
|
| I believe (good Lordy I believe) that it would make me whole
|
| Now when I’m dead, laying in my coffin
|
| All of my friends all gather round
|
| They can say that he’s just laying there sleeping, good Lord
|
| Sweet peace (Lordy sweet peace) his soul is found |