Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Travelling through this world of woe;

And there's no sickness, toil, no danger

In that bright land to which I go.

I'm going there to meet my brothers,

And from that land we'll find a way;

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger,

Looking for a brighter day.One of these mornings and it won't be long

All men will rise, stand side by side;

Than hand in hand we'll stand together,

Vibrations calling all mankind.

I'm going there to meet my brothers,

And from that land we'll find a way;

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger,

Looking for a brighter day.

Brighter day

Brighter day

Brighter day