Letra de Way Worn Traveler (with Helen Carter)
I saw a way-worn traveler in tattered garments clad Struggling up the mountain, and his face looked very sad The cross he pulled was heavy, his strength was almost gone But he shouted as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come"Then palms of victory, crowns of glory Palms of victory I shall wear Yes, palms of victory, crowns of glory Palms of victory I shall wearThe summer sun was shining, the sweat was on his brow His garments torn and bloody, his steps were very slow But he carried his cross upward, wending his way home Still shouting as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come"Then palms of victory, crowns of glory Palms of victory I shall wear Yes, palms of victory, crowns of glory Palms of victory I shall wear