They say that heavens pretty But if they said that I would Have to choose between the two
And sometimes when I'm dreaming The homesick feeling in my eyes
I'm going home, going home 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 And one day I'll be sleeping When death knocks on my door That I'm not homesick anymore