Byrds

I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Travelling through this wearsome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not(RIFF)not made by hand


I've got a mother, sister and a brother
Who have been this way before
I am determined to go and see them, good Lord
Over on(RIFF)that other shore


I going down to the river of Jordan
Just to bathe my wearsome soul
If I can just touch the hem of his garmet, good Lord
Then I know(RIFF)he'd take me home

Opakovat 1. VERSE

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