Martin Murray - Son of Mine Lyrics

Looking over distant fields, what do my eyes espy
A shimmering form upon the horizon, the faint echo of a cry
Is that you my son, so far from might if
Are you really coming home
Run my son, as I run to you, You won't stand alone

Place a robe around his shoulder
This son of mine was lost
But now he's found

Rise my son, you will not beg, my pardon you will have
No pleading for my mercy son, no walk the servant's path
You were dead but are alive, Lost but now restored
Now take your place at the family table
And live your past no more

Place a ring upon his finger
For this son of mine was dead
But now he's home alive

Call your brother, servants, call, let him hear the news
What's done is done, a new day dawns, a choice we make, so choose

Why do you choose to spoil my day
Your whining that 'it's just not fair'
I thought you'd want to come and celebrate
Your father's joy to share

But all you want to do is hide away
In anger and in shame
Though everything I have is surely yours
But your bitterness remains

Put those sandals on his feet
This Son of mine's restored
Welcome home boy

Slay the fatted calf today
This son of mine is home
Welcome home