My Father’s House

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 trees
I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path
And The Devil snappin' at my heels

I broke through the woods 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 other's heart
I got dressed and to that house, I did ride
From out on the street, I could see its windows shining in a light

I walked up the steps and stood on the porch
A woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a front door
I told her my story and who I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry, hon', but no one by that name lives here anymore"

My father's house stands shining and bright
Stands like a beacon calling me in the night
Calling and calling, so sad and alone
Across this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned