And where the stories go. Pilgrim, in your journey You may travel far, For pilgrim it's a long way To find out who you are... Pilgrim, it's a
I saw a blood washed pilgrim, a sinner saved by grace, Upon the King's highway, with peaceful, shining face; Temptations sore beset him, but nothing
ترجمة: لويس كريستال. Bloodwashed Pilgram.
Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears And lonely eyes look way beyond your years Pilgrim, did you drink the mercury? Your lips turn blue and you're
I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not not made by hand I got
THE PILGRIM WITH KRIS KRISTOFFERSON WRITER KRIS KRISTOFFERSON See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future full of money, love and dreams
I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay And patiently stood by his tomb When in a low whisper I heard something say How sweetly I sleep here alone
Beauty things sing to me As a chorus As a flock the wild seas Sway before us Hail as a hand is my mail The thrush is my love And the whale is a
This journey started long ago When will it end? I don't know My ship's been stranded many times I've missed some chances, yes I know My tale is not ?
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future full of money, love, and
I am a lonesome pilgrim, far from home And what a journey I have known I might be tired and weary, but I am strong Pilgrims walk, but not alone
I am a lonesome pilgrim far from home What a journey I had known I might be tired and weary but I am strong Pilgrim [Incomprehensible] but not alone
I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land And I got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, not made by hand I
Rain like static falling in my eyes, Rain like static on the road, Rain on the loners and the regular thieves, Everybody else has gone home. If I could
Rain like static falling in my eyes Rain like static on the road Rain on the loners and the regular thieves Everybody else has gone home If I could stay
I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow Cast out in this wide world to roam My brothers and sisters won't own me They say that I'm weak and I'm poor But Jesus
I'm a pilgrim like you, I was only passin? through You'll never know my name, you'll never walk in my shoes I've been no use to my friends, I've been
