Peter, Paul & Mary - Father's House Lyrics
The way to my fathers house when I was just a boyLay through fields of innocence near bubbling springs of joyAnd when Id lay me down to sleepId pray the lord my soul to keepThe road was never very steepOn the way to my fathers house.The way to my fathers house when I turned seventeenWandered through inviting hills beside a tumbling streamSometimes in prayer upon my knees,I would feel a distant breezeThe road was winding now through treesOn the way to my fathers house.The way to my fathers house at the age of twenty-nineLed over a mountain that I would seldom climbExcept in times of great despair when Id be looking everywhereAnd then one morning he was there,On the way to my fathers houseAnd glory, what a refreshing storyI was so blind before he opened my eyes restoring me toThe way to my fathers house at the age of thirty-oneWas a ride on a rainbow my new life had begunAnd every evening I could look through the pages of his bookAnd recognize the paths I took on the way, on the way...I go to my fathers house in these troubled daysThe spirit is moving in mysterious waysReminded when old doubts appearThat perfect love casts out all fearIn thanks I tend the garden here, on the way,On the wayOn the way to my fathers house
