Lyrics I Am A Pilgrim - Willie Nelson

I am 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, good Lord but it's not, made by hand
And I've got a mother, a sister and a brother
Who have gone to that sweet home
I am determined to go and see them, good Lord
Over on, good Lord, over on, that distant shore
And I go down to the river of Jordan
Just to bathe my weary soul
And if I could touch just the hem of His garment, good Lord
I believe, good Lord, I believe it would make me whole
Now when I'm dead and in my coffin
And all my friends all gather round
And they can say that he's just layin' there sleepin', good Lord
Sweet peace, good Lord, sweet peace, his soul is found
I am 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, good Lord but it's not, made by their hand