(Chorus). I don't want another pretty face. I don't want just anyone to hold. I don't want my love to go to waste. I want you and your beautiful soul.
Verse 1. I am a poor wayfaring stranger,. While journeying through,. This world of woe,. Yeah, and there's no sickness,. toil nor danger,. In that bright land,.
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 there to see my Father.
Precious memories, flood my soul. . Precious memories, unseen angels. Sent from somewhere to my soul. How they linger ever near me. And the sacred past unfolds.
I am 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.
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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. .
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Charley Pride. Miscellaneous. Church In The Wildwood (1971). There's a church in the valley by the wildwood. No lovelier place in the dale. No spot is so dear to my childhood.
I am a poor (just a poor) wayfaring stranger (wayfaring stranger). Wandering through this world of woe. But there's no sorrow (there's no sorrow) toil nor danger (toil nor danger).
Precious mem'ries unseen angels sent from somewhere to my soul. How they linger ever near me and the sacred past unfolds. Precious mem'ries how they linger how they ever flood my soul.
Precious memories unseen angels. Sent from some where to my soul. How they linger ever near me. And the sacred paths unfold. Precious memories how they linger.
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 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 go..
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 to see my father.
Precious memories, unseen angel. Sent from somewhere to my soul. How they linger ever near me. And the sacred past unfolds. . Precious memories, how they linger.
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' there to see my mother.
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' home to see my mother.
There's a church in the valley by the Wildwood no lovelier place in the dale. No spot is so dear to my childhood as the little brown church in the vale.