Lyrics

Many times while on my journey Oh, I've stopp'd along the way Oh it happened where the pilgrims lurked To share, yes to share Though at times, a cool and the resting place Oh, it would bid my heart to stay Oh, but home is where my heart belongs My father waits (yes, he does) Me there. I'm headin' home Headin' home Headin' home Headin' home There's nothing in the world, Can turn me around. I'm headin' home Headin' home Headin' home Headin' home In morning, heading home When the Son comes down. So I say to you, Don't hold onto Pieces, in your hands Of broken dreams That you have dreamed for so long So long For the pieces are grains to build Another castle in the sand So put your hand In a pilgrims, pilgrims hand And sing this pilgrims song Headin' home Headin' home Headin' home (I can feel it) Headin' home There's nothing in the world, Can turn me around. I'm headin' home Headin' home Headin' home Headin' home In morning, heading home When the Son comes down. In morning, heading home When He comes on, comes on down When the Son comes down
Writer(s): Rusty Goodman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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