The Prodigal Brother

I felt him stood on my doorstep, back at home On that doorstep towered, as old in my heart I felt him standing on my doorstep at home His, forgotten arms still tender, to my heart. He was lifting, scooping me up into his arms Oh how I fluttered like a dove off the ground. All the weight of the years lifted like a charm Here was my brother from the grave - abounds. Again arms around me it couldn't be a mistake I felt his arms, his weight, he made my backache. For few seconds I thought I'd won the sweepstakes.