Come home, come home ! You are weary at heart, For the way has been dark, And so lonely and wild : O prodigal child ! Come home ; oh, come home !
Come . . home ! . . Come, oh, come home ! . .
2. Come home, come home ! For we watch and we wait ; And we stand at the gate, While the shadows are piled : O prodigal child ! Come home ; oh, come home !
3. Come home, come home ! From the sorrow and blame, From the sin and the shame, And the tempter that smiled : O prodigal child ! Come home ; oh, come home !
4. Come home, come home ! There is bread and to spare, And a warm welcome there : Then, to friends reconciled, prodigal child ! Come home ; oh, come home !