I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger.
I can tarry, I can tarry,
but a night do not detain me,
for I am going to where the
fountains are ever flowing.
I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.
I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.
Of that city to which I journey,
My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light.
There is no sorrow, nor any sign,
Nor any tears there, nor any dying.
I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger.
I can tarry, I can tarry, but an isle.
I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger.
I can tarry, I can tarry, but an isle.
There the sunbeams are ever shining.
Oh, my longing heart,
my longing heart is there.
Here in this country, so dark and dreary,
Long have wondered, forlorn and weary.
I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.
I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.
I can tarry, I can tarry, but a night.