Going Home

    Going Home

    The doctor said, there's no more use in trying
    She's got about eight months, maybe nine
    Grandma said "I'm not afraid of dying.
    I just want to see my family one more time."
    Grandpa couldn't keep from crying
    She was his bride, his love, his brightest sunshine

    She tried to calm his sorrow and his fear
    She took his hand and whispered in his ear

    Chorus:
    I'm not going away, I'm going home
    To a place that's been waiting for me and you
    I'm not going away, I'm going home
    Someday, you'll be going home too.
    Someday, you'll be going home too.

    The family all came home again that summer
    I was just a young teenage kid
    When we arrived I ran over to greet her
    Not knowing what to say or where to begin
    Her hug was still as soft and warm as ever
    When a tear of mine fell against her skin

    She tried to calm my sorrow and my fear
    She took my hand and whispered in my ear

    Repeat Chorus

    Some years had passed when I went to visit Grandpa
    They said he was dying of a broken heart
    His eyes were dim, he could no longer walk
    but his mind was clear and his memory still sharp
    I asked how he fell in love with Grandma
    He just smiled and said he knew it from the start

    He poured out his memories of the girl he still adored
    Her beautiful brown eyes, her letters during the War
    I saw how much he longed for the girl that he once wed
    So when he died a short month later, I knew he must have said

    Repeat Chorus

    Tag:
    Yeah, someday we'll all be going home too.

    © 2008 by Greg Giebler