Letras
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I claimed my portion, bold and brash
Demanded my riches, cold hard cash
I turned my back and wandered free
And burned my wealth in revelry
My funds were gone and famine struck
No food, no hope, I had no luck
I fed the pigs their pods I craved
In hunger's grip, my soul enslaved
My mind cleared up, I saw my shame
His workers eat while I stand lame
I'll beg him, I'm no son, let me serve, I'll be glad
I left the pigs and walked back towards my dad
I walked the path, my faults laid bare
Yet my father ran and met me with care
I spoke my wrongs, no worth to claim
He looked in my eyes and erased my shame
He called for robes, a ring to wear
A feast to mark the joy we'd share
My son was dead, now lives again
He's come back home, left behind his sin
His older brother worked the fields alone
Heard music rise from his father's home
What feast is this, he asked confused
Your brother's back and on the fattened calf he chews
I stayed and worked every single day
Obeyed your word, I followed your way
But now he's back who went astray
And you rejoice like it's all okay
My son, you've been with me every year
And all I have is yours, it's always near
But grace must rise and joy resound
Your little brother was lost, but now he's found