The Coming Home of the Son and Brother

Lyrics

Time for the singer Time for the singer-boy to make his way back home A prodigal, I've been distressed This lonely child can't make it on his own I've been traveling states away; I've been playing in a bluegrass band Now it's the coming home Of the son and brother again Time has slipped away I don't know if I can play another tune They want me to build single-handed A road up to the moon They only pay me nickles and dimes In a game that I can never win So it's the coming home Of the son and brother again It's been a long, long time Since I've seen al of my family and friends I want to hear them tell their stories Tell 'em all about the places I have been So open all your doors up wide Invite all the neighbors in For the coming home Of the son and brother again So open all your doors up wide Invite all the neighbors in For the coming home Of the son and brother again The coming home Of the son and brother again