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I went out walking through the streets paved with gold Lifted some stones, saw the skin and bones Of a city without a soul I went out walking under an
I am a wanderer, feet on the ground Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds I own the star above some distant shore Wandering ever more I am a refugee
THE PILGRIM WITH KRIS KRISTOFFERSON WRITER KRIS KRISTOFFERSON See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes
Now the castle rising in the sky eternally Crumbles to the ground before me now the king is laughing on a throne Eternally We couldn't dream Silver screen
It's only been a year or so but it seems so long ago I packed up my bags and left my home Been from Fresno to Maine, even worked a boat in Spain I ain
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
Lost in disappointment beyond space and time Harking for noises when there's nothing to hear Just the orphans lonely cry In the roaring wind awhile Disconsolately
1. wenn ich den Wand'rer frage: Wo kommst du her? Von Hause von Hause spricht er und seufzet schwer. Von Hause von Hause spricht er und seufzet schwer
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
Hey there gypsy, walk without a sound See those people try to put you down She's got wisdom inside her hand For no good reason ever could be found With
Down the road there was a man walkin', walkin' With the knapsack round his back, radio talkin', talkin' And his blue suede shoes cover in mud But it no
No chao de asfalto Ecos, um sapato Pisa o silencio caminhante noturno Furia de ter nas suas maos dedos finos de alguem A apertar, a beijar Vai caminhante
Ran into mother Mary down on line street in L.A. she was preaching the gospel she was singing how Jesus saves when a crowd of passing tourists looked
Walking the line, I'm walking the line Treading thin ice time after time I go for the best, end up with much less I need the real thing, forget all the
1, 2, 3, 4 I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys This ain't never been