I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land
And I´ve got a home in that yonder city, good Lord

And it´s not (good Lord, it´s 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 Lord, 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 Lord, I believe) that it would make me whole
Now when I´m dead, laying in my coffin
All of my friends all gather round
They can say that he´s just laying there sleeping, good Lord
Sweet peace (Lord, sweet peace) his soul is found