"Going Home" lyrics - THE OAK RIDGE BOYS

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