Goin' home, goin' home, I'm a goin' home;
Quiet-like, some still day, I'm jes' goin' home.
It's not far, jes' close by, Through an open door;
Work all done, care laid by, Gwine to fear no more.
Mother's there 'spectin' me, Father's waitin' too;
Lots o' folk gather'd there, All the friends I knew,
All the friends I knew.