I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this worrisome landI've got a home built in Adionder City, good Lord And it's not, not made by handI've got a mother, a sister and a brother And they've done gone on to that other shoreAnd I'm determined to go and see them, good Lord And live up there forevermore. . .When I go down to the river of Jordan Just to bathe my weary soulIf I can but touch the hem of his garment, good Lord Then I believe he'll make me wholeI am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this worrisome landI've got a home built in Adionder City, good Lord And it's not, not made by handThank you.