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 poor wayfarin' stranger, 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'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 am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world alone There is no sickness, toil, nor danger In that fair land to which I go I'm going
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
Traditional Hymn I'm a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright world
