Joan Baez

(Traditional, arr. by J. Baez)
I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
Cast out in this wide world to roam
My brothers and sisters wont own me
They say that Im weak and Im poor
But Jesus father the almighty
Has bade me to enter the door
[Chorus:]
Sometimes Im almost driven
Til I know not where to roam
Ive heard of a city called Heaven
Ive 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]
Ive heard of a city called heaven
Ive started to make it my home
[ Pilgrim Of Sorrow Lyrics ]