Traveling through this wearisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, not made by hand
I have a mother, sister and a brother
Who have gone to that sweet home
I'm determined to go and meet them, good Lord
Over on that other shore
Cause I'm a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this worrisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, not made by hand
As I go down to the river of Jordan
Just to bathe my weary soul
If I could touch but the hem of his garment, good Lord
I believe it would make me whole
Cause I'm a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this worrisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, not made by hand
