Times like those My lowland home Heaven and earth filled the room 'til the windows broke The children rose Imagine the end Gathered in praise The girls' voices are fierce in their wonder with hands on my face They say, "You finally came" Oh, I've been a poor brother Lord, I took what was yours You must know I lied for my birthright And sold it on the roadside for half what it was worth
The men that I've known Blood and bone I have to believe will be welcome by boys of their own So that they might know Oh, I've been a poor brother Lord, I took what was yours You must know I lied in your favor I am marked in the valley I am known along the way
We still meet at the end of the day Oh, I am set free And have been released
