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 to which I go I'
I am a lone, wayfaring stranger Traveling through this town of woe There are no sins, no fear of danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going home
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 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 A-traveling thru this world below But there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going
(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 to
(Robert DeCormier/Peter Yarrow/Noel Paul Stookey/Mary Travers) I am a poor wayfaring stranger I'm traveling through This world of woe And there's no
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
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'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'm going
(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 While traveling thru this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright world yo which I go I'm going
I am a poor wayfaring stranger, While traveling through this world of woe. Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger In the bright world to which I go.
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Travelin' through a world of woe Ain't no sickness, toil, nor danger In that bright land to which i go I'm goin' there
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 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 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 home