Liz Vice - At the Table lyrics

I went the ways of wayward winds In a world of trouble and sin Walked a long and crooked mile Behind a million rank and file Forgot where I came from Somewhere back when I was young I was a good man's child ‘Cause I lost some nameless things My innocence flew away from me She had to hide her face from my desire To embrace forbidden fire But at night I dream She's singing over me Oh, oh, my child Come on home, home to me And I will hold you in my arms And joyful be There will always, always be A place for you at my table Return to me Wondering where I might begin Hear a voice upon the wind She's singing faint but singing true Son, there ain't nothing you can do But listen close and follow me I'll take you where you're meant to be Just don't lose faith So I put my hand upon the plow Wipe the sweat up from my brow Plant the good seed along the way As I look forward to the day When at last I see My Father run to me Singing oh, my child Come on home, home to me And I will hold you in my arms And joyful be There will always, always be A place for you at my table Return to me My child