Many times in my childhood

When we've traveled so far

By nightfall how weary I'd grown

Fathers arms would slip around me

And gently he'd say

My son were going home

Going home

I'm going home

There is 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 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 I'm going home

Going home

I'm going home

There is nothing to hold me here

For I've caught a glimpse of

That heavenly land

Praise god I'm going home

Oh oh oh