A city called Heaven    

1) I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow,
I’m tossed in this wide world alone
No hope I have for to morrow
I’ve started to heav’n my home

2) 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

3) My mother 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