| Many times in my in child hood when weve traveled so far
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| By nightfall how weary I’d grown
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| Fathers arms would slip around me and gently he’d say
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| My child were going home
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| Going home, I’m going home
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| There is nothing to hold me here
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| I’ve caught a glimpse of that Heavenly land
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| Praise God, I’m going home
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| Now the twilight is fading, the day soon shall end
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| Lord, I get homesick, the farther I roam
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| But the Father has led me each step of the way
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| And now I’m going home
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| Going home, I’m going home
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| There is nothing to hold me here
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| I’ve caught a glimpse of that Heavenly land
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| Praise God, I’m going home |