| I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
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| I’m lost in this wide world alone
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| No hope have I for tomorrow
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| I’m trying make Heaven my home
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| Sometimes I am tossed and driven
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| Sometimes I don’t know where to roam
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| But I’ve heard of a city called Heaven
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| And I’m tryin' to make Heaven my home
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| My mother has reached that pure glory
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| My father’s still walking in sin
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| My brothers and sisters won’t own me
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| €~Cause I am tryin' to make it on in
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| Sometimes I am tossed and driven
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| Sometimes I don’t know where to roam
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| But I’ve heard of a city called Heaven
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| And I’m tryin' to make Heaven my home
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| Sometimes I am tossed and driven
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| Sometimes I don’t know where to roam
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| But I’ve heard of a city called Heaven
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| And I’m tryin' to make Heaven my home |