Far, far from home

Far, far from home
In this land of despair.
Far, far from home,
How I long to be there.

Clouds send news of rain coming soon
Dark, cold, wet in the afternoon
How I long for the summer skies,
How I long for the sun to rise.

Rain pours down  - see the passers by.
We see that sky; its clouds they frown.
Oh how I long, log for the Son,
How I long for his loving arms

Far, far from home
In that land of despair
Far, far from heaven,
How he longed to be there.

Sky sent news of doom coming soon
Dark, cold, wet on that afternoon.
How he longed for the summer skies,
How he longed as the Son to rise

Far, far from home
In this land of despair
Far, far from home
How I long for Jesus to come.