I Am A Pilgrim

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, and it's not, not made by hand
 Well, I got a mother, a sister, and a brother
 Who has gone, gone on to that sweet home
 And I am determined to go and see them, good Lord
 Over on, good lordy, over on that other shore
 I'm looking for a letter, a letter from my mother
 And I hope that letter's on this train
 I'm looking for a letter from my mother, good Lord
 And I hope, lordy, and I hope I ain't looking in vain
 As I go down that old river Jordan
 Just to bathe, to bathe my weary soul
 If I could touch but just the hem of his garment, good Lord
 Well, I believe, Lordy I believe that it would make me whole