Many times in my childhood
When we'd travel so far'
By nightfall- how weary I'd grow.
Father's arm would slip 'round me...
So gently, he'd say-
"My child, we are going home."

Going Home... I am going Home.
There is nothing to hold me here.
I caught a glimpse of that heavenly Land,
And now, I am go- ing Home



The twilight is fading...
The day soon shall end.
I get homesick the farther I roam;

But my Father has led me
Each step of the way,
And now, HE will lead me Home.

Going Home... I am going Home.
There is nothing to hold me here.
I caught a glimpse of that heavenly Land,
And now, I am go- ing Home.