Oh
The winds they whispered low
On the day he turned away
Through the fields of green and gold
He left at break of day
With a heart full of hunger
And dreams too wild to tame
The road it stretched before him
As he fled his father's name
In the cities far and wide
He squandered all his share
With laughter loud and fleeting
And shadows in the air
But when the coins ran dry
And the friends had all but gone
He found himself in silence
Where the bitter nights are long
Oh
The wanderer returns
To the hearth that always burned
Oh Through the sorrow and the shame
Love's arms remain so wide
The prodigal is home
And the feast begins inside
He trudged the weary miles
With the dust upon his brow
A prayer upon his lips
Though he scarce remembered how
But there upon the hill
Where the cottage met the sky
A figure stood there waiting
With tears to greet his cry
Oh
The wanderer returns
To the hearth that always burned
Oh Through the sorrow and the shame
Love's arms remain so wide
The prodigal is home
And the feast begins inside
The robes of mercy wrapped him
The feast it filled the hall
And music lifted high
Where the shadows used to fall
The elder brother frowned
But the father softly said
"My son who once was lost
Now lives where he was dead"
Oh
The wanderer returns
To the hearth that always burned
Oh Through the sorrow and the shame
Love's arms remain so wide
The prodigal is home
And the feast begins inside
Oh
The wanderer returns
To the hearth that always burned
Oh Through the sorrow and the shame
Love's arms remain so wide
The prodigal is home
And the feast begins inside
