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