I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land I got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not not made by hand
I got a father in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not not made by hand He calls me home but I just can't go, good Lord I want to stay a while longer here below
I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land I got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not not made by hand