Lyrics

Who’s that?
Who moves
The hand sewn curtain
Stitched with yellow
checks and roses

His tattooed fingers
Part the curtain
Who is revealed
The sinner
The sinner
The sinner
The sinner

Welcome home
My son
Sit down
Let me see your hands
Cross stitched with daisies

His marked fingers
Starched cloth
Crisp white
Smooth the wrinkles
From the old world
The old world
The old world
The old world

And he says
Let’s play
And he says
Let’s play
And he says
Let’s play
And he says
Let’s play

bed is made
my son
stay here
Your young face is
More weathered than mine

Close the door
My child
Sleep peacefully
on fresh linens
Stitched with plum blossoms
Plum blossoms
Plum blossoms
Plum blossoms