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 tossed and driven
Sometimes I don't know where to roam
But I've heard of a city called Heaven
And 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
â€~Cause I am tryin' to make it on in
Sometimes I am tossed and driven
Sometimes I don't know where to roam
But I've heard of a city called Heaven
And I'm tryin' to make Heaven my home
Sometimes I am tossed and driven
Sometimes I don't know where to roam
But I've heard of a city called Heaven
And I'm tryin' to make Heaven my home

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