Letra Father's house Peter, Paul & Mary

Father's house

The way to my fathers house when I was just a boy
Lay through fields of innocence near bubbling springs of joy
And when Id lay me down to sleep
Id pray the lord my soul to keep
The road was never very steep
On the way to my fathers house.

The way to my fathers house when I turned seventeen
Wandered through inviting hills beside a tumbling stream
Sometimes in prayer upon my knees,
I would feel a distant breeze
The road was winding now through trees
On the way to my fathers house.

The way to my fathers house at the age of twenty-nine
Led over a mountain that I would seldom climb
Except in times of great despair when Id be looking everywhere
And then one morning he was there,
On the way to my fathers house
And glory, what a refreshing story
I was so blind before he opened my eyes restoring me to

The way to my fathers house at the age of thirty-one
Was a ride on a rainbow my new life had begun
And every evening I could look through the pages of his book
And recognize the paths I took on the way, on the way...

I go to my fathers house in these troubled days
The spirit is moving in mysterious ways
Reminded when old doubts appear
That perfect love casts out all fear
In thanks I tend the garden here, on the way,
On the way
On the way to my fathers house