文本歌词

A City Called Heaven - Mahalia Jackson
I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
And I'm left in this whole wide world
I'm left in this world alone
I have no hope for tomorrow
But I'm trying to make heaven
Lord home
Well sometimes I am gonna fall
And I'm driven sometimes I'm your child
I don't know which way
I can run yes I can run
But I've heard of a city called heaven
And I'm striving to make heaven Lord my home