Prodigal Daughter (Live from the Hi-Fi)

Oh now Rosie

You come home in the morning

Got a child on your knee and your mother she looks on

Says “I don’t know that baby

Don’t know you why’d you fail me

You left home seven years ago and I wore black for days”

Prodigal daughter returns like a lamb to the slaughter

I know forgiveness won’t come easy, not for you

Look at the child upon my knee she

Has eyes of blue

She resembles me resembling you

Mama, listen

Come into the kitchen

Pour me some tea, let me sit at your feet and let me cry

I need a little money

I need love, and I need Sunday

Suppers here at home, don’t want to be alone

Let me stay

Prodigal daughter returns like a lamb to the slaughter

She yearns for the things that you taught her

I know forgiveness won’t come easy, not for me

But I’ll try to shut the past behind us, throw out the key

Give me one more chance to make you see

Prodigal daughter returns like a lamb to the slaughter

Looking for something in the water

To wash away the pain

She’s drowning in the pain