Story Behind The Song

I learned this song from a Doc Watson record. He claimed to have learned it by sitting at his window listening to music wafting over on the breeze from the church down the hill...

Lyrics

I Am A Pilgrim

I am a pilgrim and a stranger, traveling through this wearisome land.
I've got a home in that yonder city, Good Lord.
And it's not, not made by hands.

I've got a mother, sister and a brother.
They done gone on to that other shore.
And I'm determined to go and see them, Good Lord.
And be with them forevermore.

When I go down to the river of Jordon just to bathe my weary soul.
If I can but touch the hem of his garment, Good Lord,
I do believe, He'll make me whole.

I am a pilgrim and a stranger, traveling through this wearisome land.
I've got a home in that yonder city, Good Lord.
And it's not, not made by hands..