Pilgrim Of Sorrow Lyrics - 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