歌词
There's no way of knowing,
When I'll get to where I'm going.
One day I'll arrive just like the rising sun.
In the night I question,
If I'm headed the right direction.
Point me true north,
And I'll find my way back home.
To that land on the other side of the line,
Beyond the reach of the hands of time...
We're going home, oooh woah oooh
Golden fields remind me
Of the heritage behind me;
Every plot of land,
Is a story of a faithfulness.
I see the river running,
As sign of what is coming,
When all the streams will follow
As one mighty river again
To that land on the other side of the line,
Beyond the reach of the hands of time...
We're going home, oooh woah oooh
We're going home, oooh woah oooh
We're going home, oooh woah oooh
We're going home, oooh woah oooh
Written by: Richard Allan Bachle
