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 While journeying through this world of woe; And there's no sickness, toil nor danger In that bright land to which I
Traduction: Eva Cassidy. Ruteboeuf.
: 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 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 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 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