I'm going home to God's Acre
Where my loved ones wait for me.
Sky of blue, grass of green,

And the morning birds will sing.

I'm going to live in the sunshine

Of the clear new light of day.
No more to roam.
I'm going home, to God's acre.

I'm on my way.

There is a pathway straight and narrow

Leading to the golden streets.
There is a mansion ready for me
In the valley fair and sweet.


I'm going home to God's Acre
Where my loved ones wait for me

Sky of blue and grass of green
And the morning birds will sing.