| Lyrics: | This version is from a US Treasury-sponsored "Guest Star" radio show in
December, 1948 promoting
the sale of US Savings Bonds.
Wherever we may be along about this time of
year, our
hearts become sentimental pilgrims and head for home. Because home is
where we
all discover that Christmas is one time of the year when we
don't have to be wealthy to be rich.
Some of us remember Christmas as
the time when Dad gave us our first gold watch. Others
remember it as
the time when a charity organization delivered a Christmas basket to
the
doorstep before dawn, so the neighbors wouldn't see and Mother wouldn't
be embarrassed.
But whether the hearth that cheered your family was a
fireplace of marble or a kitchen stove of
cast iron, you'll remember
that your home was the richest place on earth, warmed by the
richest
spirit on earth, the spirit of Christmas. And that's why I've chosen
this next
song to sing as a Christmas song. It's not a carol, it's just
a beautiful pathway of friendly
and understanding music up which our
hearts may travel as they make their Yuletide pilgrimage
goin' home.
Goin' home, goin' home
I'm a'goin' home
Quiet-like, some still
day
I'm a'goin' home
It's not far, just close by
Through an open
door
Work all done, care laid by
Goin'ta fear no more
Mother's
there, 'spectin' me
Father's waitin', too
Lots of folks gathered there
All the friends I
knew
One of the most precious gifts we have
throughout the
year is one we often forget, the precious gift of freedom. Freedom to
work,
to play, to worship as we please. Freedom to d |
