[Verse] I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land And Ive got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And its not good Lordy its not not made by hand I got a mother, a sister and a brother Who have gone to that sweet home And I am determined to go and see them, good Lord Over on good Lordy over on that distant shore As I go down to that river Jordan Just to bathe my weary soul If I could touch but just the hem of His garment, good Lord I believe good Lordy I believe that it would make me whole Now when Im dead, laying in my coffin All of my friends all gather round They can say that hes just laying there sleeping, good Lord Sweet peace Lordy sweet peace his soul is found
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