Many times in my childhood we'd traveled so far
By nightfall how weary I'd grown
Fathers arms would slip around me and gently he'd say
My child 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
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 I'm 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
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
