I am on a pilgrim journey of sorrow. I'm left in this whole wide world, I'm left in this wide world alone. I have no hope for tomorrow, But I've started to make Heaven my home. Well, sometimes, I am tossed. Sometimes I am driven low, Sometimes, my dear lord, I don't know To which way I can roam. But I've heard of a city called Heaven, and I've started to make heaven my home.