The Oak Ridge Boys — Going Home

I'm home sick, I'm so tired and this body, it's getting so weak Hands are callused and my heart, it sometimes skips a beat My plans, plans for the future, they sometimes grow so dim But I'll keep my faith in Jesus I'm depending all on Him Going Home, going home Where my Master waits for me Going home, going home There I'll rest beside the sea Jesus has for me a mansion Just o'er the dashing foam Then my journey's ended I know that I'll be going home