The Prodigal Son

When I left my native land
I was well-supplied
But I went astray and I have done wrong
Now I'm dissatisfied

I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
And acknowledge I've done wrong

I'll go back to my native land
The place I love so dear
There they have good food to eat
But I am starving here

And I'll go back to my father's house
And I'll fall down on my face
Say I am not worthy
And I seek a servant's place

I bеlieve I'll go back home
I bеlieve I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
And acknowledge I've done wrong

But the father saw him coming
And he met him with a smile
Threw his arms around him, saying
"Here's my wandering child"

And the father to his servants said
"Go kill the fatted calf
Call all my friends and relatives
My son's come home at last"

I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
And acknowledge I've done wrong

When all were seated at the table
All sorrow now had passed
The father's face is filled with joy
His son's come home at last

But the other son was jealous
I thought I heard him say
"You gave my brother his portion
But I never went astray"

I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
And acknowledge I've done wrong

Then the father said to his eldest son
You've been both good and kind
Not a fatted calf I've given thee
But all I have is thine

I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
And acknowledge I've done wrong
I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
And acknowledge I've done wrong