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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
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