I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
I'm tossed in this wide world alone
No hope i have for to morrow
I've started to make heaven my home
Sometimes i'm tossed and driven, Lord
Sometimes i don't know where to roam
I've heard of a city called heaven
I've started to make it my home
My mother has reached that pure glory
My father's still walking in sin
My brother and sister won't own me
Because i am trying
Sometimes i'm tossed and driven, Lord
Sometimes i don't know where to roam
I've heard of a city called heaven
I've started to make it my home
Sometimes i'm tossed and driven, Lord
Sometimes i don't know where to roam
I've heard of a city called heaven
I've started to make it my home
