GOING HOME Songtext
von Bill Gaither

Many times
In my in child hood
When weve traveled so far
By nightfall
How weary I′d 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
But the Father 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