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,
Praise God, I Am Going Home


Now 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 Lead Me on Home.

Going Home... I Am Going Home.
There Is Nothing to Hold Me here.
I Caught A Glimpse Of That Heavenly Land,
Praise God, I Am Going Home.