Текст песни: My Father's House + перевод

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, 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 'til I fell shaking in his arms

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

Will never again tear us from each other’s hearts

I got dressed and to his house I did ride

From out on the road I could see its windows shining in light

I walked up the steps and I stood on the porch

And a woman I didn’t recognize she 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»

Now those whose love we wanted but didn’t get, we emulate them. That’s the only

way we have, in our power, to get the closeness and love that we needed and

desired. So when I was a young man looking for a voice to meld with mine,

to sing my songs and to tell my stories, well I chose my father’s voice.

Because there was something sacred in it to me. And when I went looking for

something to wear, I put on a factory worker’s clothes, because they were my

dad’s clothes. And all we know about manhood is what we have seen and what we

have learned from our fathers, and my father was my hero. And my greatest foe.

Not long after he died, I had this dream, I’m on stage, I’m in front of

thousands of people, and my dad’s back from the dead and he’s sitting in the

audience and suddenly I’m kneeling next to him in the aisle, and for a moment

we both watched the man on fire on stage. And then my dad who for years,

he sat at the kitchen table, unreachable, but I was too young, I was too

stupid to understand was his depression. Well I kneel next to him in the aisle,

and I brush his forearm, and I say, «Look dad. That guy on stage — that’s how

I see you.»

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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