Runaway Son - Mike Oldfield

Good sister, won’t you let me in?

I’m in need of some warmth and shelter

It’s a hard luck story, don’t know where to begin

I’ve been riding on life’s helter-skelter

Save me, Holy Mother, please, save me!

I got a heart of gold

And for your love I’d go hungry and thirsty

I need a saviour and you’re the one

I throw myself into the arms of mercy

There’s still hope for the runaway son

My good father, he say to me:

«Better come back to your senses

There’s an empty bottle lying on the floor

And it’s undermined your defences.»

Save me, Holy Mother, please, save me!

I got a heart of gold

And for your love I’d go hungry and thirsty

I need a saviour and you’re the one

I throw myself into the arms of mercy

There’s still hope for the runaway son

And for your love I’d go hungry and thirsty

I need a saviour and you’re the one

I throw myself into the arms of mercy

There’s still hope for the runaway son

Good brother, show me how to get home

I’ve been walking in the backyard of Satan

I’m so stubborn that I’ll never give in

But now my heart’s cold and aching

Save me, Holy Mother, please, save me!

I got a heart of gold

And for your love I’d go hungry and thirsty

I need a saviour and you’re the one

I throw myself into the arms of mercy

Salvation for the runaway son

Save me, Holy Mother, please, save me!

I got a heart of gold

And for your love I’d go hungry and thirsty

I need a saviour and you’re the one

I throw myself into the arms of mercy

There’s still hope for the runaway son

And for your love I’d go hungry and thirsty

I need a saviour and you’re the one

I throw myself into the arms of mercy

Salvation for the runaway son