(Sing to the tune of When Johnny Comes Marching Home)

There was a man who lived long ago. He had, two sons.

There was a man who lived long ago. He had, two sons.

The younger said, I want, what’s mine.

I’m leaving home and I’ll be fine.

And he journeyed off. Oh yes, he journeyed off.



Before too long, every cent he had was gone, was gone.

Before too long, every cent he had was gone, was gone.

He spent it all on doing wrong.

A famine struck. His friends were gone.

And feeding pig was the only job he could get.



He said I know I’m not worthy but, I could go home.

He said I know I’m not worthy but, I could go home.

His father hugged him and he said,

My son is alive that once was dead.

My son is home. Oh yes my son is home.