I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow Tossed in this wild world alone I have no hope for tomorrow I'm tryin' to make heaven my home Sometimes our boat's tossed and driven Sometimes I know not where to roam ♪ I've heard of a city called heaven I've started to make it my home My mother has received bright glory My fathers did walkin' in sin My brothers and sisters won't own me Because I am tryin' to get in Sometimes our boat's tossed and driven Sometimes I know not where to roam I've heard of a city called heaven I've started to make it my home Hark, what is that calling? My blood runs so chilly, and so slow The ones who have gone before me Gon' pilot me through as I go Sometimes our boat's tossed and driven Sometimes I know not where to roam ♪ I've heard of a city called heaven I've started to make it my home