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
