: (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 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'
: (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
: 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'
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 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 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
