| I'm a poor pilgrim of sorrow | |
| Thrown into this wild world alone | |
| No hope have I for tomorrow | |
| I decided to make Heaven my home | |
| Sometimes I'm thrown and driven | |
| Sometimes I don't know where to run | |
| I've heard of a city called Heaven | |
| I've decided to try to make it my home | |
| In a city called Heaven | |
| I decided to make it mine | |
| My mother's already in glory but | |
| My father's still walking in sin | |
| My brothers and sisters walk about me | |
| The truth is sinking in | |
| I've been good, I've been wicked, boy | |
| Teach me to forget all that I know | |
| I've heard of a city called Heaven | |
| And that's where the hell I'm gonna go | |
| In a city called Heaven | |
| I decided to make it mine |