I'm going home, I'm going home

North Carolina is crying in my soul

Creator, I'm reaching out to you

Tell them on the other side

That they are alive within my soul

Return their prayers that run through my veins

Return the land and heal her pain

The hidden truth

Tell the world the blues where it comes from

I'm going home, going home

North Carolina is crying in my soul

Creator, I'm reaching out to you

Tell them on the other side

That they are alive within my soul

Where the Neuse river runs through a land

Where my great-grandmother sleeps

Under the earth, blood of Skarura nation was free

I hear Nigerian chains

They say are buried real deep

Tobacco fields, trail of tears

Stolen people on stolen land

I'm going home, going home

North Carolina is crying in my soul

Creator, I'm reaching out to you

Tell them that I know

I'm going home, going home

North Carolina is crying in my soul

Creator, I'm reaching out to you

Tell them that I know