Prodigal Song

Henry loves the ballpark But lately he ain't coming round Things have been so different Since his youngest boy left town Fighting seem so harmless Families sometimes disagree It's hard to know the reason Why he finally chose to leave But he's gone away And his father waits And he is watching and he is hoping Though his eyes are weary, his arms are still open And his prayer, so softly spoken Please come home Now Henry sits and wonders In that front porch rocking chair Does his boy remember All the love the family shared And is he cold Out there alone To your seat at the table To your father who weeps Every night in sleepless dreams He longs to see His face in younger skin Running down the driveway again.