Times like those

My lowland home

Heaven and earth filled the room till 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