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 Lordy 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 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 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 (Lordy sweet peace) his soul is foundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
