: 1. I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay, And patiently stood by his tomb, When in a low whisper I heard something say: How sweetly I sleep
there I feel just like a Boogie Pilgrim Boogie Pilgrim Hustled to get it To get it together Down on the jive talk Down on the weather Boogie Pilgrim
Each heart is a pilgrim, Each one wants to know The reason why the winds die And where the stories go. Pilgrim, in your journey You may travel far, For pilgrim
right in my hand, Removed from other people Who could never understand. I was a pilgrim for your love, A pilgrim for your love, A pilgrim for your love, I was a pilgrim
: (Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow Cast out in this wide world to roam My brothers and sisters won't own me They say that
: I am a pilgrim and a stranger Travelling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good lord And it's not, not made by hand
: Am I young enough to believe in revolution Am I strong enough to get down on my knees and pray Am I high enough on the chain of evolution To respect
the goin' up was worth the comin' down CHORUS: He's a poet, he's a picker He's a prophet, he's a pusher He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem
if the going up is worth to coming down He's a poet he's a picker he's a prophet he's a pusher He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's
goin? up was worth the comin? down-- Chorus: He?s a poet, he?s a picker-- He?s a prophet, he?s a pusher-- He?s a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem
you see them father please tell them I?m a poor mourning pilgrim bound for Canaan land well I weep and I moan and I move slowly on I?m a poor mourning pilgrim
: (Fisher / Reid) I sat me down to write a simple story which maybe in the end became a song In trying to find the words which might begin it I found
and vomit on the car seat And the tooth is sitting in my lap Brother if you?re hungry but not wounded Then it?s time to stop and check the map Pilgrim
stranded many times I've missed some chances, Yes, I know My tale is not ?bout a hero Anyway, but the stone and the flute are With me A pilgrim's path
: Hey there gypsy, walk without a sound See those people try to put you down She's got wisdom inside her hand For no good reason, ever could be found
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Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears And lonely eyes look way beyond your years Pilgrim, did you drink the mercury? Your lips turn blue and you're
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 got
