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Text:City Called Heaven
Tune:[I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow]

135. City Called Heaven

1 I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow,
I'm tossed in this wide world alone,
No hope have I for tomorrow,
I've started to make 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.

2 My mother has reached that pure glory,
My father's still walkin' in sin,
My brothers and sisters 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.

Text Information
First Line: I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
Title: City Called Heaven
Language: English
Publication Date: 1981
Topic: Negro Spirituals and Afro-American Liberation Songs
Source: Traditional
Tune Information
Name: [I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow]
Key: f minor
Source: Traditional



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