I Am A Pilgrim — текст песни (The Byrds)

Arranged by McGuinn/Hillman

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 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