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1. I am a pilgrim and a stranger,
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travelling through this wearisome land,
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I got a home in that yonder city, oh Lord,
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and it`s not, not made by hands.
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2. I got a mother,
sister and a brother,
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who have gone to that sweet land.
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I am determined to go and see them oh Lord,
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all over on that distant shore.
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3. As I go down to
that river of Jordan,
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just to bathe my weary soul.
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If I could touch but the hem of his garment, oh Lord,
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well, I believe it would make me whole.
(The Byrds)