Oh I am a weary stranger On this long and this lonely road Do you know you are my Brother Oh my Father He told me so Come and walk with me my Brother You can see how I am clothed That I have nothing much I can offer But just a Brother with You on this road They call you the Man of Sorrow They call you the Precious Son But I call you your Mothers Treasure And she calls You Your Fathers Gold Oh I am the weary traveler On this long and this lonely road Do you know I am your Brother For my Father has told me so Oh my Father told me so