I Am a Pilgrim Songtext
von 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