Lord I´m poor pilgrim of sorrow
down on this world I´m alone
I have no hope for tomorrow
and I have no place that I can go
sometimes, sometimes I´m so lonely
sometimes I don´t know what to do
I look around to friends for consolation
and I find that they have troubles too
and I got sister and brothers
they don´t like me
because I´m away from sin
and I got good friends
my best friends turn against me
because I´m trying so hard to win

O Lord, O Lord
come on Jesus, O Lord
sometimes I´m tossed and driven
till I decided that I was wrong
that´s when I heard of a city called Glory
and I try to make that city my home