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