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
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