Going home

 

Going home, going home, I’m just going home.

Quiet like some still there, I’m just going home.

It’s not far just close by, through an open door,

work all done, cared laid by, going to fear no more.

Morningstar lights the way, restless dreams are done,

quiet like, some still there, I’m just going home.

 

God is there expecting me, in the heaven above.

Lots of folks gathered there, all the friend I love.

It’s not far just close by, through an open door,

work all done, cared laid by, going to fear no more.

Morningstar lights the way, restless dreams are done,

quiet like, some still there, I’m just going home.