Many times in my 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, 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 days soon shall end I get homesick the farther 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.