I Am a Pilgrim
(Merle Travis)

I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land
I got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, not made by hand.

I got a mother, a sister and a brother
Who have gone this way before
I'm determined to go and see them, Good Lord
Over on that distant shore.

I'm going down to that river Jordan
Just to bathe my weary soul
If I could touch but the hem of His garment, Good Lord
Well, I know it would make me whole.

BJS