At the Table Songtext

von Josh Garrels

I went the waves, wayward wings
In a world of trouble and sin
Walked along a crooked mile
Behind a million rank and file
Forgot where I came from
Somewhere back when I was young
I was a good man's child

I lost the nameless things
My innocence flew away from me
She had to hide her face from my desire
To embrace forbidden fire
But at night I dream
She's singing over me
Oh, oh, my child

Come on home
Home to me
And I will hold you in my arms
And joyful be

There will always, always be
A place for you
At my table
Return to me

Wondering where I might begin
Hear a voice upon the wind
She's singing faint but singing true,
"Son, there ain't nothing you can do;
But listen close and follow me;
I'll take you where you meant to be;
Just don't lose faith."

So I put my hand upon the plow
Wipe the sweat up from my brow
Plant the good seed along the way
As I look forward to the day
When at last I'll see
My father run to me saying,
"You know, my child."

Come on home
Home to me
And I will hold you in my arms
And joyful be

There will always, always be
A place for you
At my table
Return to me

My child

Come on home
Home to me
And I will hold you in my arms
And joyful be

There will always, always be
A place for you
At my table
At my table
At my table
Return to me