City Called Heaven
Language: English
I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow, I'm tossed in this wide world alone, No hope have I for tomorrow, I've started to make heav'n my home. Sometimes I am tossed and driven, Lord, Sometimes I don't know where to roam, I've heard of a city called heaven, I've started to make it my home. My mother has reached that pure glory, My father's still walkin' in sin, My brothers and sisters won't own me, Because I am tryin' to get in. Sometimes I am tossed and driven, Lord, Sometimes I don't know where to roam, I've heard of a city called heaven, I've started to make it my home.
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Florence Beatrice Price (1887 - 1953), "City Called Heaven" [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
Researcher for this page: Joost van der Linden [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2025-09-22
Line count: 16
Word count: 110