City Called Heaven - Marian Anderson

Lyricist：Traditional

Composer：traditional

I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow

I'm run through 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

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

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