City Called Heaven

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, Lord But I'm trying to make heaven, Lord, my home, my home Well, sometimes, I am tall And sometimes I am below Sometimes I am your child I don't know which way I can run I can run But I've heard of a city called heaven And I'm striving to make heaven my home My home