Jasper Christmas

Oh lovely daughter I've mistaken for a son
 Rest your head upon my shoulder at once
 Tell me all the world you found troublesome
 You're my particles and sweet electrons
 Since you've been home
 Since you've been home
 See what you have, have become
 Oh hungry father I have chosen
 To be nourished and unspoken
 Unto you I leave this talisman
 Unresolved though not unbroken
 Since I've been home
 Since I've been home
 God what have I become?
 Oh, long gone
 Prodigal
 Where is home?
 My dear heart
 Oh lovely daughter place your spit on my thumb
 That I may wipe that filthy grit from your tongue
 Bless your enemies and my grandsons
 And you're my particles and sweet electrons