I am a poor wayfarin' stranger. Travelling through this world of woe. And there's no sickness, toil or danger. in that bright land to which I go. . I'm going there to see my father.
Living in the wasteland of the free.... . We got preachers dealing in politics and diamond mines. and their speech is growing increasingly unkind. They say they are Christ's disciples.
I'm walkin' home tonight. The streets are glowing 'neath the pale moonlight. I look around, there's not a soul in sight. and I'm walkin' home. Once again I hear my mother's voice.
Upon the hard crest of a snowdrift. We tread and, grown quiet, we walk. On towards my house, white, enchanted. Our mood is too tender for talk.. . Sweeter than song is this dream now.
Troublesome waters, much blacker than night,. Are hiding from view, the harbour's bright light.. Tossed on the turmoil of life's troubled sea,. I cried to my Saviour: "Have mercy on me.".
I went to church on Sunday, I swung my chariot low. Reached up to kiss the deacon, he said "You'd better go". Trouble, I'm in trouble with him. Trouble's where I'm going.
You led me into the trackless woods. My falling stars, my dark endeavor.. You were bitterness and lies, a bill of goods, a bribe. You weren't a consolation ever..
I've traveled high, I traveled low. And there was no place that I didn't go. Looking for this kind of happy with you. . I had a love, it wasn't right.
Far away I've traveled,. To stand once more alone.. And hear my memories echo,. Through these hills that I call home.. . As a child I roamed this valley..
Theres a Whole Lotta Heaven. Theres a whole lot of people talkin bout getting in the gloryland way. Walkin straight and narrow, trying to get to heaven someday.
There's a wall in Washington. and it's made of cold black granite. They say 60,000 names are etched there in it. in that wall in Washington. . A father, he traveled from far away.
A cold wind against my shoulder woke me up in the middle of the night. An Autumn leaf was scraping against my window. like it was trying hard to get inside.
They tell me of a home far beyond the sky. They tell me of a home far away. They tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise. O, they tell me of an unclouded day.
Come along my dear, the time's growin' near,. We'll have to walk down where the field is overgrown. Consumption's claimed his life and we dare not miss the sight,.
The souls of all my dears have flown to the stars. The souls of all my dears have flown to the stars. . Memory, your hour returns with each new year. I see, I hear, I touch you drawing near.
Well, I looked up into heaven, I thought I'd solve life's mysteries.. I observed the constellations for a clue to my destiny.. But the rhyme of life confounds me, things will be as things will be..
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,. the emblem of suffering and shame. and I love that old cross where the dearest and best. for a world of lost sinners was slain.
I have good news to bring. And that is why I sing,. All my joys with you I will share.. Well I'm gonna take a trip. On the old gospel ship. And go sailing through the air..
I was laying on my belly on the middle of the living room floor. I was watching Howdy Doody so Im guessin it was right around four. When I saw my baby brother tumblin from the top of the stairs.
I stopped in the church to pray, It was the middle of the day. And I dont even know if I believe in God But I laid my soul on the table. And left that place believing I was able to pull back the curtain my old fears had drawn.