I Am A Pilgrim — текст песни (Bill Monroe)

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 found