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| Tuesday, April 22, 2008 |

MANY TIMES IN MY CHILDHOOD
WHEN WE’D TRAVEL SO FAR,
BY NIGHTFALL HOW WEARY I’D GROW
FATHER’S ARMS WOULD SLIP ROUND ME,
SO GENTLY HE’D SAY,
“MY CHILD, WE’RE GOING HOME”

CHORUS
GOING HOME, I’M GOING HOME
THERE’S NOTHING TO HOLD ME HERE
WELL, I’VE CAUGHT A GLIMPSE
OF THAT HEAVENLY LAND
PRAISE GOD, I’M GOING HOME

II
NOW THE TWILIGHT IS FADING
AND THE DAY SOON SHALL END;
I GET HOMESICK THE FARTHER I ROAM
BUT MY FATHER HAS LED ME
EACH STEP OF THE WAY,
AND NOW WE’RE GOING

III
OH MY HEART GETS SO HEAVY
AND LONGING TO SEE ALL MY LOVED ONES
AND FRIENDS I HAVE KNOWN;
EVERY STEP DRAWS ME NEARER
TO THE LAND OF MY DREAMS, PRAISE GOD,
I’M GOING HOME



Creole version: http://bocsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2012/07/mwen-pral-lakay.html


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