Home Where I Belong

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.

But while I'm here I'll serve him gladly,

and sing him all my songs.

I'm here,

but not for long.

When I'm feeling lonely,

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.

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.

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