I am a poor wayfaring stranger While journeying through this world of woe; And there's no sickness, toil nor danger In that bright land to which I
I am a lone, wayfaring stranger Traveling through this town of woe There are no sins, no fear of danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going home
I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling thru this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright world yo which I go I'm going
(Traditional/Brian Ahern) I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling thru this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright
I am a poor wayfaring stranger While journeying through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness toil nor danger In that bright land to which I go I
I am a poor wayfaring stranger While journeying through this world of woe; And there?s no sickness, toil nor danger In that bright world to which I
I am a poor wayfaring stranger A-trav'ling through this land of woe. And there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright world to which I go. I'm going
(Traditional) I am a poor wayfaring stranger, Wandering through this world of woe, And there's no sickness, no toil or danger In that bright land to
(Ferre, Ruteboeuf) Que sont mes amis devenus Que j'avais de si pres tenus Et tant aimes Ils ont ete trop clairsemes Je crois le vent les a otes L'amour
I'm a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling thru this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright world to which I go I'm going
I am a poor wayfaring stranger travelling through this world of woe but there?s no sickness, toil or danger in that bright land to which I go well I
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world below Yet there's no sickness, no toil, no danger In that bright land to which I
I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world below There is no sickness, toil, no danger In that bright world to which I go I know