City Called Heaven

Mahalia Jackson

Compositor: Mahalia Jackson

I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
And I'm left in this whole wide world
I'm left in this world alone

I have no hope for tomorrow, Lord
But I'm trying to make heaven, Lord, my home, my home
Well, sometimes, I am gonna fall, Lord

And I'm driven, sometimes, I'm your child
I don't know which way I can run, yes I can run
But I've heard of a city called heaven
And I'm striving to make heaven my home