I am a poor wayfaring stranger Lord a travelling through this world of woe And I find sickness toil and danger Lord everywhere everywhere I go I
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world of woes Lord and I find sickness sickness, oh toil and trouble oh Everywhere everywhere
I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world below There is no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright world to which I go I know
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'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
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
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
(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
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, 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