City called Heaven

I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
Iím tossed in this wide world alone
No hope I have for to morrow
Iíve started to heavín my home

Sometimes I am tossed and driven, Lord,
Sometimes I donít know where to roam
Iíve heard of a city called heaven
Iíve started to make it my home

My mother reached that pure glory
My fatherís still walkiní in sin
My brothers and sisters wonít own me
Because I am tryiní to get in