Sometimes when I'm feeling lonesome and none on earth seems to care
I'm all by myself in the darkness with no one and nothing to share
Just when it feels like it's over and I'll never make it alone
I hear the voices of angels tenderly calling me home

   Home come on home
   Ye who are weary come home
   Softly and tender they call me
   Home come on home

I try to keep it together and I never let on that I'm scared
till sometimes I fall to pieces scattered and lost everywhere
and just when it feels like it's hopeless and I'll never make it alone
I hear the voice deep inside me it's tenderly calling me home

Don't be afraid of the darkness don't run away from the storm
stand up and face your reflection and feeling's you try to ignore
cause after the tempest is over and you let yourself go on thru
you'll hear a voice in the silence it's tenderly calling to you