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
The gable wall is all that's left now The old thatched cottage has fallen down I dry my eyes as I fondly remember The days of long ago when I was young
No yester dreams, no gray desire No body's sap and tire No sorrows born of lust's disguise No home without it's sire Break out the tomb, the self-made
Come and go with me to my father's house to my father's house. Come and go with me to my father's house to my father's house. There'll be no cryin' there
In my Father's house are many mansions If it were not true He would have told me so He has gone away to live in that bright city He's preparing me a mansion
Ich frier jetzt schon zwei Stunden hier, nachts vor eurem Haus. Die Eltern schlafen unter dir, das Licht geht endlich aus. Ich werf noch einen Kieselstein
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
(bruce 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
(Bruce 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
(McNabb) Forgive me for the state I'm in They cut the rope that I was climbing Tally with incentive You should slip down here and taste the poison Small
In my voice, in my smile, In the eyes of my eldest child, You appear every year in my life. In a dream, I have now, Standing still in my father's house
The way to my father's house when I was just a boy Lay through fields of innocence near bubbling springs of joy And when I'd lay me down to sleep I'd
Fate will find a way, for you On golden wings and leaden shoes All the way to the house our father knew And this angry storm of slamming doors And broken
(Noel Paul Stookey) The way to my Father's house when I was just a boy Lay through fields of innocence near bubbling springs of joy And when I'd lay
(Bruce 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
I was born and raised in my father's house Can catching rain in the kitchen He said a good song never comes to those who chase It comes to those who listen
