Lyrics:

Arranged by McGuinnHillmanI am a pilgrim and a strangerTravelling through this wearisome landI've got a home in that yonder city, good LordAnd it's not, not made by handI've got a mother, sister and a brotherWho have gone this way beforeI am determined to go and see them, good LordFor they're on that other shoreI'm goin' down to the river of JordanJust to bathe my wearisome soulIf I can just touch the hem of his garment, good LordThen I know he'd take me homeI am a pilgrim and a strangerTravelling through this wearisome landI've got a home in that yonder city, good LordAnd it's not, not made by hand