Wayfaring Stranger Lyrics - Sailing On The White Ship - Hp Lovecraft

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