In a little while the preacher heard the young man break out in sobs again. The young man said, Preacher I'm almost home but I can't bear to look The preacher said, I’ll look for you... and I'll be your eyes... So the preacher leaned over and wiped away the frost from the window so he could see; And as he looked out a great big old smile came over his face and he looked back at the young man and said, Son you don't have a thing in this world to worry about. Why it looks like that old apple tree is in full bloom;  Why son, there's white flags hanging all over it and that's not all. Down under it stands a dear old mother and dad and they're not only waving white flags, They've got a great Big old white bed sheet waving.... Come HOME SON .... We still love you... Come on home.     You know, I'm so glad to know that we have a Father yonder in Heaven; That no matter how wicked we've been and no matter how much wrong you've done.... Maybe He's speaking to you now... Saying Come on Home Child...Come on Home.