Pilgrim of Sorrow — текст песни (Tim O`Brien)

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