The Prodigal Son Suite Keith Green

I was done hoeing, out in the fields for the day
I was thinking of going, I had to leave right away
My life was just fading, and though I felt so alone
The nearest young maiden was, a full day's ride from home

My father was reading, the holy books in his room
My heart was just pleading, I knew I had to go soon
He smiled and pointed, to an old wooden chair
I wanted to hold him, but then I just wouldn't dare!
I said "Father there's so much to know, there's a world of things to see
And I'm ready, to go and make a life for myself
If you give me what is mine, I will go if I can have your blessing
But if you won't bless my journey, I'm going to leave anyway."

"Son, I've always tried my, best for you, but if
You must be leaving home, then go, with the blessing, of God."

Not too many days later, I was well on my way
I met a traveling stranger, who seemed to have much to say
He told me tales of the city, and all the women he had
I asked him wasn't that sinful?
He said "No, it isn't that bad!"

Then a few days later, on an old city road
We were drowning in laughter, and we had women to hold
And this went on quite a long time, my father gave me a lot
But when my pockets were empty Lord oh, my "friends" all left me rot!