Going Home

Many times in my childhood we travelled so far
By nightfall how weary I'd grown
Father's arms would slip around me and gently he'd say
"My child, we're going home"

Going home, oh, 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 day soon shall end
I get homesick, the further I roam
But my father has led me each step of the way
And now, I'm going home

Going home, oh, I'm going home
There's nothing to hold me here
Well, I've caught a glimpse of that heavenly land
Praise God, I'm going home

Going home, oh, I'm going home
There's nothing to hold me here
Yeah, I've caught a glimpse of that heavenly land
Praise God, I'm going home
Praise God, I'm going home