Текст: Keen Robert Earl. Coming Home of the Son and Brother.

Time for the singer
Time for the singer boy to make his way home
A prodigal I?ve been distressed
This lonely child can?t make it on his own
I?ve been traveling states away
I?ve been playing in a bluegrass band
Now it?s the coming home
Of the son and brother again

Time has slipped away
I don?t know if I can play another tune
They want me to build single handed
A road up to the moon
They only pay me nickels and dimes
In a game that I can never win

So it?s the coming home
Of the son and brother again

It?s been a long long time
Since I?ve seen all of my family and friends
I want to hear them tell their stories
Tell ?em all about the places I have been
So open all your doors up wide
Invite all the neighbors in
For the coming home
Of the son and brother again