Pilgrim of Sorrow - Sam Cooke

Lord, I’m poor pilgrim of sorrow

Down in this world, I’m all alone

I have no hope for tomorrow

And I have no place that I can roam

Sometimes, sometimes I’m so lonely

Sometimes I don’t know what to do

I look around to friends for consolation

And I find that they have troubles too

And I’ve got sisters and brothers, they don’t like me

Because I’m away from sin

And I’ve got good friends, my best friends they turned against me

Because I’m a trial so hard to win

Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, come on, Jesus

And oh, Lord, sometimes I’m exhausted, Lord and driven

'Til I decided that I would roam

That’s when I heard of a city called Glory

And oh, I’m trying to make that city my home