A City Called Heaven
I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
I'm lossed in this wide world alone
No hope I have for to morrow
I've started to make heav' my home
Sometimes I am tossed and driven, Lord,
Sometimes I don't know where to roam
but I've heard of a city called heaven
and I've started to make it my home
My mother has reached that pure glory
My father's still livin in sin
My brother and sister won't own me
cause I am tryin' so hard to get in