Wayfaring Stranger and The Wanderer
We’ve been writing this song for a long time. Often the solitary one finds grace for himself the mercy of the Lord, Although he, sorry-hearted, must for a long time row by long strokes along the waterways, along the ice-cold sea, tread the paths of exile. I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger I’m traveling through this world of woe Yet there’s no sickness, toil nor danger In that bright land to which I go I’m Read more…
