The Coming Home Of The Son & Brother

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.