I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow, I'm lost in this wide world alone
No hope have I for tomorrow, I'm trying make heaven my home.
Sometimes I am toss-ed an' driven,
Sometimes I don't know where to roam
But I heard of a city called Heaven,
An' I'm tryin' to make heaven my home.
My mother has reached that pure glory, my father's still walking in sin
My brothers and sisters won't own me, ‘cause I am tryin' to make it on in
Sometimes I am toss-ed an' driven
Sometimes I don't know where to roam
But I heard of a city called Heaven
An' I'm tryin' to make heaven my home
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