Going Home - Joanne Shaw Taylor

Tell my mother she’ll be on my mind

Tell my lover not to break this time

Tell my brother and my father too

That I’m sorry, sorry for what I’m gonna do

I won’t stay to see the sun come around

My head’s held under a heavier cloud

All I am is all I’m meant to be

Losing hope has only brought me free

My bones and my fingers lie

As long as the stakes are high

Somewhere is Zion

Now only God

Now only God is on my mind

I’m going home

I’m going home

I’m going home to rest my soul

North sea breeze brings me such misery

Don’t take comfort in the words they preach

Don’t grab compassion from your enemy

It won’t find favor when you’re on your knees

No, I won’t swim this tide

This is a storm I cannot ride, I can’t hide

I’m long time, I’m long time

Fly on my side

I’m going home

I’m going home

I’m going home to rest my soul

I’m going home

I’m going home

I’m going home to rest my soul