I hear music, joyful and merry

Though we're still on the job

What's all the noise about?

What makes them sing and shout?

What goes on?--I need to find out.

 

Who's this tramp, so filthy and ragged

Kneeling at down at your knees

Brother who walked away?

Father you've got to say?

Out you scoundrel, out of my house! 

 

Years I'm working, asked for nothing,

Yet I get no due.

Father, have I let you down?

Still there is no praise..with you all your days.

 

Oh, such nonsense, false celebration!

Father, wherer is your mind?

This one is dead to you--

I've been your son who's true;

Throw him out and leave him behind. 

 

This one is dead to you--

I've been your son who's true;

Throw him out and leave him behind. 

 

Father:

See how my son's returned,

Son of my heart;

How many years I've prayed!

Now he's alive, he'll have what is mine!

 

Crowd:

We agree that he is bad,

You shouldn't ever let him

Back in your inner Life

 

Younger Song: 

Am I worth this?  Lowly scoundrel!

Yes, I left you,

Now, you welcome me home.