A City Called Heaven

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.