I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow I’m tossed in this wide world alone No hope have I for to morrow I’ve started to heav’n my home Sometimes I am 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 walkin’ in sin My brother and sister won’t own me Because I am tryin’ to get in
Sometimes I am 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 am 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