Going Home - The Cathedrals

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, I’m going home