Вступление
Sometimes I cry like a little lost child
As I travel these wearisome miles
All my friends have gone and I'm left all alone
Just wayfarer heading for home
I shall rest by the side of the river of life
And be free from all sorrow and strife
I will drink from the water that will never run dry
When I rest by the river of life
I shall rest by the side of the river of life
And be free from all sorrow and strife
I will drink from the water that will never run dry
When I rest by the river of life