Текст песни Pilgrim Of Sorrow (feat. The Soul Stirrers) [Alternate Take] - Sam Cooke

Lord, I'm a poor pilgrim of sorrow
I'm down in this world, I'm all alone
I have no hope for tomorrow
I'm just trying to make Heaven my home

And Lord sometimes, sometimes I'm burdened
I feel I'm all by myself
But as long as my Lord is with me
I don't need, no, no one else

And Lord, whenever, whenever I get tired
I can call on the Lord late at night
And I know my Savior, He'll hear me
And make everything all right

Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh Lord
Oh, Lord, sometimes I'm exhausted, Lord and driven
Until I don't know where to roam
But I've heard of a city called Glory
I'm just trying to make that city my home