Going Home

Many times in my childhood, when we'd travel so far
By night time, how weary I'd grown
Father's arms would slip 'round me, so gently he'd say
"My child we're going home"

Chorus
Going home, I'm going home.
There's nothing to hold me here:
For I've 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 I am going home.

Oh my heart gets so heavy and I'm longing to see,
All my loved ones and friends I have known:
Every step draws me nearer to the land of my dreams,
Praise God, I am going home.

Going Home

Many times in my childhood, when we'd travel so far
By night time, how weary I'd grown
Father's arms would slip 'round me, so gently he'd say
"My child we're going home"

Chorus
Going home, I'm going home.
There's nothing to hold me here:
For I've 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 I am going home.

Oh my heart gets so heavy and I'm longing to see,
All my loved ones and friends I have known:
Every step draws me nearer to the land of my dreams,
Praise God, I am going home.

Is this it? the Chours

Going home, I'm going home.
there is nothing to hold me here.
I caught a glimpse of that heavenly land
Praise God, I'm going home.

This is an old negro spirtual...

The only words I know: "I'm going home, I'm going home."