Текст (слова) песни: Tim O`Brien - Pilgrim of Sorrow
I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow Cast out in this wide world to roam My brothers and sisters won`t own me They say that I`m weak and I`m poor But Jesus father the almighty Has bade me to enter the door
Chorus: Sometimes I`m almost driven `Til I know not where to roam I`ve heard of a city called Heaven I`ve started to make it my home
When friends and relations forsake me And troubles grow `round me so high I think of the kind words of Jesus Poor pilgrim I always am nigh
Chorus
Oh soon I shall reach the bright glory Where mortals no more do complain The ship that will take me is coming The captain is calling my name
Chorus:
I`ve heard of a city called heaven I`ve started to make it my home
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