But lately he ain’t coming round
Things have been so different
Since his youngest boy left town
Fighting seem so harmless
Families sometimes disagree
It’s hard to know the reason
Why he finally chose to leave
And he is watching and he is hoping
Though his eyes are weary, his arms are still open
And his prayer, so softly spoken
Now Henry sits and wonders
In that front porch rocking chair
All the love the family shared
And he is watching and he is hoping
Though his eyes are weary, his arms are still open
And his prayer, so softly spoken
To your seat at the table
Every night in sleepless dreams
Running down the driveway again.