Traditional American Folk - Poor Pilgrim of Sorrow lyrics

[Verse 1] I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow Cast out in this wide world to roam I have no hope for tomorrow I hope to make Heaven my home [Chorus] Sometimes I'm tossed and driven And know not where to roam I heard of a city called Heaven I hope to make Heaven my home [Verse 2] The old ship is fast approaching The captain is calling my name I'm looking for my dear savior Who promised to take me in [Chorus] Sometimes I'm tossed and driven And know not where to roam I heard of a city called Heaven I hope to make Heaven my home