Текст песни Going Home - Lynda Randle
Many
times
in
my
in
childhood
We
traveled
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,
I'm
going
home
There
is
nothing
that
can
hold
me
here
I've
caught
a
glimpse
of
that
Heavenly
land
Praise
God,
I'm
going
home
Now
the
twilight
is
fading,
the
day
soon
shall
end
I
get
homesick,
the
farther
I
roam
But
the
Father
has
led
me
each
step
of
the
way
And
now
He
lead
me
home
Going
home,
I'm
going
home
There
is
nothing
that
can
hold
me
here
You
see,
I've
caught
a
glimpse
of
that
Heavenly
land
Praise
God,
I'm
going
home
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