Well, there's only one thing that we can be sure of – We're not going back no more
When we take a look at the road we've travelled –
We're not going back to the law
Our boundaries are drawn,
And our lines have fallen in pleasant places,
We shall not remove the ancient landmarks, our fathers have set
Than To wander, in the fields of the fatherless
You came by the way of the brokenhearted
Abused, confused and sore
I came from a line of burnt out preachers
We both bear the scars of war
But now as we lay in the sun-drenched meadow of doing what's right
We patiently wait for the seal of approval,
We'd rather take flight
Than to wander,
In the fields of the fatherless
Now we're home
Home at last
We're at home
Home with the Father
We're home
Home at last
We're at home
Home with the Father
Well, there's only one thing that we can be sure of – We're not going back no more
When we take a look at the road we've travelled
We're not going back to the law
Our boundaries are drawn,
And our lines have fallen in pleasant places,
We shall not remove the ancient landmarks, our fathers have set
Than To wander
In the fields of the fatherless
Now we're home
Home at last
We're at home
Home with the Father
We're home
Home at last
We're at home
Home with the Father
We're home
Home at last
We're at home
Home with the Father
We're home
Home at last
We're at home
Home with the Father