Nhạc sĩ: William J. Gaither, Gloria Gaither
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Many times in my childhood we'd travel so far
By nightfall how weary I'd grow
Father's arm would slip around me and gently he'd say
My child, we're going home
Going home, I'm going home
There's nothing to hold me here
Well, I 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 the Father has led me each step of the way
And now we're going home
Going home, I'm going home
There's nothing to hold me here
Well, I caught a glimpse of that heavenly land
Praise God, I'm going home
Going home, I'm going home
There's nothing to hold me here
Well, I caught a glimpse of that heavenly land
Praise God, I'm going home
Well, I caught a glimpse of that heavenly land
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