They say that heavens pretty,
and living here is too
But if they said that I would have to choose between the two
I'd go home,
going home,
where I belong
And sometimes when I'm dreaming,
it comes as no surprise
That if you look and see the homesick feeling in my eyes
I'm going home,
going home,
where I belong
While I'm here I'll serve him gladly,
and sing him all my songs
I'm here,
but not for long
And when I'm feeling lonely,
and when I'm feeling blue
It's such a joy to know that I am only passing through
I'm headed home,
going home,
where I belong
And one day I'll be sleeping,
when death knocks on my door
And I'll awake and find that I'm not homesick anymore
I'll be home,
going home,
where I belong
hummmm