Lord, I'm poor pilgrim of sorrow Down in this world, I'm all alone I have no hope for tomorrow And I have no place that I can roam
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've got sisters and brothers, they don't like me Because I'm away from sin And I've got good friends, my best friends they turned against me Because I'm a trial so hard to win
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, come on, Jesus And oh, Lord, sometimes I'm exhausted, Lord and driven 'Til I decided that I would roam That's when I heard of a city called Glory And oh, I'm trying to make that city my homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
