I’m a Pilgrim I’M A PILGRIM—Italian air I’m a Pilgrim 1 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 streamlets are ever flowing. Chorus I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night! 2 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. 3 There the sunbeams are ever shining, Oh, my longing heart,