I'll meet you in the morning by the bright riverside. When all sorrow has drifted away. I'll be standin' at the portals when the gates open wide. At the close of life's long weary day.
On Sunday, when the church bells start ringin'. They're ringin' for you and for me. Let's all kneel down at the altar. And pray that our souls might be free.
Oh you said that you loved me that your heart would be true. But now you've gone and left me, I'm so blue. I believed in you darling that your heart would be true.
I am a pilgrim and a stranger. Traveling through this wearisome land. I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord. And it's not not made by hand. .
"I'm not in your town to stay,". Said a lady old and gray. To the warden of the penitentiary. "I'm not in your town to stay. And I'll soon be on my way.