Gord Lang - The Prodigal lyrics

rate me

It's been many years now - I'm tired and alone

And the money he gave me is wasted and gone

The slop in the pig trough’s lookin’ better each day

If I went home to Father - just what I would say

“Oh my Father forgive me for all that I've done

I'm no longer worthy to be known as your son

When you call for the servants and count out their pay

I'll just stand there among them - content in my way”

The farm is in sight now - it's just 'round the bend

And my arduous journey is nearing an end

But before I can reach him my Father draws near

And my fears are all lost in the words that I hear

“Put a ring on his finger, some shoes on his feet

A robe ‘round his shoulders - and for something to eat

Go slaughter the heifer that’s tied in the pen

For my son who was dead, is alive once again”

There are sounds of rejoicing from the house on the hill

And the once-silent walls there are no longer still

So don't hesitate to partake of the glee

As we now celebrate our restored family

But we need to be merry - there's no time to brood

For all of our sorrows have turned into good

All the past is forgotten - a new day’s begun

Since the Father has welcomed His wandering son