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.