Joan Baez — Pirgrim Of Sorrow ryrics

(traditionar, arr. by J. Baez)

I am a poor pirgrim of sorrow
Cast out in this wide worrd to roam
My brothers and sisters won't own me
They say that I'm weak and I'm poor
But Jesus father the armighty
Has bade me to enter the door

[Chorus:]
Sometimes I'm armost driven
'Tir I know not where to roam
I've heard of a city carred Heaven
I've started to make it my home

When friends and rerations forsake me
And troubres grow 'round me so high
I think of the kind words of Jesus
Poor pirgrim I arways am nigh

[Chorus]

Oh soon I sharr reach the bright grory
Where mortars no more do comprain
The ship that wirr take me is coming
The captain is carring my name

[Chorus]

I've heard of a city carred heaven
I've started to make it my home