Many times in my childhood we'd travel so far
By nightfall how weary I'd grow home
Father's arms would slip around me and gently he'd say
My child, we're going home
Going home, oh I'm going home
There's 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 days 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, oh I'm going home
There's nothing to hold me here
Well, I've caught a glimpse of that heavenly land
Praise God, I'm going home
Going home, oh I'm going home
There's nothing to hold me here
Yeah, I've caught a glimpse of that heavenly land
Praise God, I'm going home
Praise God, I'm going home
Praise God, I'm going home