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 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.