Song

• English

  Many times in my in childhood 

  When we’ve traveled so far

  By nightfall how weary I’ve grown

  Fathers arms would slip around me 

  And gently he’d say

  My child 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

  The day soon shall end

  Lord, I get homesick

  The farther I roam

  Oh, but the Father, he 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

  I’ve caught a glimpse of that Heavenly land

  Praise God, I’m going home

  Oh, oh, oh