Histories

I once heard a story long ago About a man who was growing old He said, "My life is slippin' away" And all his children, they gathered 'round But oh, their faces were lookin' down He said, "Don't cry, I'm going home today" Chorus Going home, my father calls Going home, but I'll miss you all I'm going home today As the children saw him close his eyes In all their sorrow, they just wondered why How could he leave us this way Then he turned and he smiled and said "I'll be with you cause I'm in your heads Remember me when I'm gone away" Now the old man, he left that day To see his father so far away And his children still think of him now Tho' the years they pass swiftly by Still the children sometimes cry Remembering the words that he told them that day