(Mark Erelli) I'm going down that pilgrim highway Though none can say for certain where it leads I believe someday I'll reach a place Where all my burdens shall be released So often tested by toil and trial Onward from the moment we are born We must be steadfast through every darkened mile Travelling toward that everlasting morn CHORUS So take my hand, brother Take my hand, sister In each other we must confide Many miles to cover Before we are delivered Down that pilgrim highway side by side Though some we love may by the wayside fall We must never feel abandoned or alone There'll be a glorious reunion with them all Just beyond that last bend in the road (CHORUS)