My Father's House

Bruce Springsteen -My Father's House

Written by ：B. Springsteen

Last night I dreamed that I was a child

Out where the pines grow wild and tall

I was trying to make it home through the forest

Before the darkness falls

I heard the wind rustling through the trees

And ghostly voices rose from the fields

I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path

With the devil snappin'at my heels

I broke through the trees and there in the night

My father's house stood shining hard

And bright the branches and brambles tore

My clothes and scratched my arms

But I ran till I fell shaking in his arms

I awoke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart

Will never again sir tear us from each others hearts

I got dressed and to that house

I did ride from out on the road I could see

Its windows shining in light

I walked up the steps and stood on the porch a woman

I didn't recognize came and spoke to me

Through a chained door

I told her my story and who I'd come for

She said I'm sorry son but no one by that name

Lives here anymore

My father's house shines hard and bright

It stands like a beacon calling me in the night

Calling and calling so cold and alone

Shining cross this dark highway

Where our sins lie unatoned