(by 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 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