Many times in my childhood We'd travel so far By nightfall how weary I'd grow Father's arms would slip around me So gently He'd say My child were going home.
Going Home I'm going home There's nothing to hold me here I've caught a glimpse Of that Heavenly land Praise God. I'm going home
Now the twilight is fading And the day soon shall end I get home sick the farther I roam But my father has led me Each step of the way And now we're going home
Going Home I'm going home There's nothing to hold me here I've caught a glimpse Of that Heavenly land Praise God. I'm going home
I've caught a glimpse Of that Heavenly land Praise God. I'm going home
