Prodigal Daughter

Oh, now Rosie You come home in the morning You got a child on your knee, and your mother, she looks on Says, "I don't know that baby Don't know you, why'd you fail me? You left home seven years ago and I wore black for days" Prodigal daughter returns like a lamb to the slaughter I know forgiveness won't come easy, not for you Look at the child upon my knee She has eyes of blue She resembles me resembling you Mama, listen Come into the kitchen Pour me some tea, let me sit at your feet Let me cry I need a little money I need love, and I need Sunday suppers here at home Don't want to be alone, let me stay Prodigal daughter returns like a lamb to the slaughter She yearns for the things that you taught her I know forgiveness won't come easy, not for me But I'll try to shut the past behind us, throw out the key Give me one more chance to make you see Prodigal daughter returns like a lamb to the slaughter Looking for something in the water To wash away the the pain She's drowning in the pain (drowning in the pain) Wash away the the pain (wash away the the pain, wash away) She's drowning in the pain (drowning in the pain) Wash away the the pain (wash away, wash away) She's drowning in the pain (wash away, wash away) --- Prodigal Daughter - Aoife O'Donovan and Allison Russell