Текст песни I Am a Pilgrim - The Byrds
I
am
a
pilgrim
and
a
stranger
Travelling
through
this
wearisome
land
I've
got
a
home
in
That
yonder
city,
good
Lord
And
it's
not
Not
made
by
hand
I've
got
a
mother,
sister
and
a
brother
Who
have
gone
this
way
before
I
am
determined
To
go
and
see
them,
good
Lord
For
they're
on
That
other
shore
I'm
goin'
down
to
the
river
of
Jordan
Just
to
bathe
my
wearisome
soul
If
I
can
just
touch
The
hem
of
his
garment,
good
Lord
Then
I'd
know
he'd
take
me
home
I
am
a
pilgrim
and
a
stranger
Travelling
through
this
wearisome
land
I've
got
a
home
in
That
yonder
city,
good
Lord
And
it's
not
Not
made
by
hand
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