I am a poor wayfaring stranger A travelin' through this land of woe And there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm goin
Que sont mes amis devenus Que j'avais de si prA?s tenus Et tant aimA©s Ils ont A©tA© trop clairsemA©s Je crois le vent les a A'tA©s L'amour est morte
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 which I go I?m going
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger a traveling through this world of woe But there's no sickness toil nor danger in that bright world to which I go I
I'm just a poor Wayfaring Stranger Travelin' through a world of woe Where there's no sickness toil or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm goin
I am a poor wayfarin' stranger Travelling through this world of woe And there's no sickness, toil or danger in that bright land to which I go I'm going
(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 world to
the woman I miss ya see I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger Ya check with me, ya checking in with the danger I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger Roaming
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Just travelling through this world below But there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright land to which I go. I
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Travelin' through a world of woe Ain't no sickness, toil or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm goin' there
I am a poor wayfarin stranger While travelin through this world below There's no sickness toil or danger In the fair land to which I go I'm goin
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Wandering o?er this world of woe But there?s no sickness, no toil no danger That bright land to which I go I?m going
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world alone There is no sickness, toil nor danger In that fair land to which I go I'm going home
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, no toil or danger In that bright world to which I go I'm
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this land of woe There'll be no sickness, no toil, no danger In that bright land to which I'll go
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Wandering o'er this world of woe And there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going home
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe But there?s no sickness, toil or danger In that bright land to which I go Well, I?
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