I am a po’ pilgrim of sorrow, I’m tossed in this wide world alone

No hope have I for tomorrow I started to make heaven my home.

Sometimes I am storm-tossed an’ driven

Sometimes I don’t know where to roam

I heard of a Heaven called an’ I started to make it my home.

My mother has reached that pure glory,

My father is still walking in sin

My brothers and sisters won’t own me

Because I am tryin’ to get in