City Called Heaven - Ida Maria

I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow, I’m tossed in this wide world alone

No hope have I for tomorrow, I’ve started to Heaven my home

Sometimes I am tossed and I’m driven, Lord

Sometimes I don’t know where to roam

I’ve heard of a city called Heaven

I’ve started to make it my home

My mother has reached that pure glory

My father’s still walkin' in sin

My brother and sister won’t own me

Because I’m tryin' to get in

Sometimes I am tossed and I’m driven, Lord

Sometimes I don’t know where to roam

I’ve heard of a city called Heaven

I’ve started to make it my home

Sometimes I am tossed and I’m driven, Lord

Sometimes I don’t know where to roam

I’ve heard of a city called Heaven

I’ve started to make it my home