1. Im A Pilgrim Im a pilgrim and Im 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. Im a pilgrim, and Im a stranger; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. Im a pilgrim and Im 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. Im a pilgrim, and Im a stranger; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. Words by Mary S. B. Dana / Music: Italian Air 1-3

2. Im A Pilgrim Of that city to which I journey, My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light. There is no sorrow, nor any sighing Nor any tears there, nor any dying. Im a pilgrim, and Im 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 sighing Nor any tears there, nor any dying. Im a pilgrim, and Im a stranger; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 2-3

3. Im A Pilgrim There the sunbeams are ever shining; O my longing heart, my longing heart is there. Here in this country, so dark and dreary. I long have wandered, forlorn and weary. Im a pilgrim, and Im a stranger; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. There the sunbeams are ever shining; O my longing heart, my longing heart is there. Here in this country, so dark and dreary. I long have wandered, forlorn and weary. Im a pilgrim, and Im a stranger; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 3-3