Στοίχοι:
Wayfaring Strangers

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

Que sont mes amis devenus Que j'avais de si prA?s tenus Et tant aimA©s Ils ont A©tA© trop clairsemA©s Je crois le vent les a A'tA©s L'amour est morte

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 wayfarin' stranger Travelling through this world of woe And there's no sickness, toil or danger in that bright land to which I go I'm going

the woman I miss ya see I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger Ya check with me, ya checking in with the danger I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger Roaming

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