I am a po’ pilgrim of sorrow, I’m
tossed in this wide world alone
No hope have I for tomorrow I started to
make heaven my home.
Sometimes I am storm-tossed an’ driven
Sometimes I don’t know where to roam
I heard of a Heaven called an’ I started
to make it my home.
My mother has reached that pure glory,
My father is still walking in sin
My brothers and sisters won’t own
Because I am tryin’ to get in