I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
I'm tossed in this wide world below
No hope, have I for tomorrow
So I've started to make Heaven my home
Sometimes I'm tossed and driven, Lord
Sometimes I don't know where to roam
But I have heard of, a city, called Heaven
And I've started making my home
Sometimes I'm tossed and driven, Lord
Sometimes I don't know where to roam
But I have heard of, a city, called Heaven
And I've started to make

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