: I am a poor wayfaring stranger While journeying through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness toil nor danger In that bright land to which I go
: For you there'll be no crying For you the sun will be shining 'Cause I feel that when I'm with you It's all right I know it's right And the songbirds
: Across the purple sky, all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go? Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I
: The falling leaves drift by my window The falling leaves of red and gold I see your lips the summer kisses The sunburned hands I used to hold Since
Across the purple sky, all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go? Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I have
I am a poor wayfaring stranger While journeying through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness toil nor danger In that bright land to which I go
For you there'll be no crying For you the sun will be shining 'Cause I feel that when I'm with you It's all right I know it's right And the songbirds
The falling leaves drift by my window The falling leaves of red and gold I see your lips the summer kisses The sunburned hands I used to hold Since
