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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

€~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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