A City Called Heaven (Live) - Joan Baez

I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow

Cast out in this wide world to roam

My brothers and sisters won't own me

They say that I'm weak and I'm poor

But Jesus father the almighty

Has bade me to enter the door

Sometimes I'm almost driven

'Til I know not where to roam

I've heard of a city called Heaven

I've started to make it my home

When friends and relations forsake me

And troubles grow 'round me so high

I think of the kind words of Jesus

Poor pilgrim I always am nigh

Oh soon I shall reach the bright glory

Where mortals no more do complain

The ship that will take me is coming

The captain is calling my name

I've heard of a city called heaven

I've started to make it my home