I am a Pilgrim
                                  The Byrds

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I am a pilgrim, and a stranger,
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Traveling through this wearesome land;
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I got a home in that younder city, oh Lord.
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And it's not made not made by hand.

I got a mother, a sister, and brother

Who have gone to that sweet land.

I'm determined to go and see them, good Lord,

All over on that distant shore.

As I go down to that river of Jordan.

Just to bathe my weary soul.

If I could touch but the hem of His garment, good Lord,

Well, I believe it would make me whole.

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