Текст (слова) песни: Bruce Springsteen - 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 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 other`s 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
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