Poor Pilgrim of Sorrow - Uncle Sinner

I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow

Cast out in the wild world to roam

I have no promise of tomorrow

I’m startin' to make Heaven my home

I know I’m weak and unworthy

My heart is so prone to sin

My mother has reached the bright glory

My father is still wand’ring in sin

My brothers and sisters won’t own me

Because I’m trying to get in

When friends and relations forsake me

And trouble rolls 'round me so high

I think of the kind words you gave me

Poor pilgrim I’m always nigh

I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow

Cast out in the wild world to roam