Gone Home A

All of my friends that I loved yesterday
Gone home, gone home
The songbirds that sing in the dell seem to say
Gone home, gone home
They've joined the heavenly fold
They're walking the streets of pure gold
They left one by one as their work here was done
Gone home, gone home

Life here is lonely since they've gone before
Gone home, gone home
The old weeping willow that stands by the door
Sadly says, gone home
The trumpet will sound on that Great Judgment day
Gone home, gone home
We'll see all our friends that have gone on that way
Gone home, gone home