Song | Pilgrim of Sorrow (live) |
Artist | Joan Baez |
Album | Very Early Joan [live] |
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作词 : Traditional | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 | |
I've heard of a city called heaven | |
I've started to make it my home |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 | |
I' ve heard of a city called heaven | |
I' ve started to make it my home |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 | |
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 | |
I' ve heard of a city called heaven | |
I' ve started to make it my home |