Lyrics Going Home - Joanne Shaw Taylor

Going Home

Tell my mother she’ll be on my mind
Tell my lover not to break this time
Tell my brother and my father too
That I’m sorry, sorry for what I’m gonna do
I won’t stay to see the sun come around
My head’s held under a heavier cloud
All I am is all I’m meant to be
Losing hope has only brought me free
My bones and my fingers lie
As long as the stakes are high
Somewhere is Zion
Now only God
Now only God is on my mind
I’m going home
I’m going home
I’m going home to rest my soul
North sea breeze brings me such misery
Don’t take comfort in the words they preach
Don’t grab compassion from your enemy
It won’t find favor when you’re on your knees
No, I won’t swim this tide
This is a storm I cannot ride, I can’t hide
I’m long time, I’m long time
Fly on my side
I’m going home
I’m going home
I’m going home to rest my soul
I’m going home
I’m going home
I’m going home to rest my soul