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)

Copyright: Bluewater Music Corp., RIFF CITY SOUNDS, LLC
Writer(s): Aoife Maria O'Donovan, Timothy Page O'Brien