Father's House Lyrics - Peter, Paul & Mary

The way to my father's house when I was just a boy 

Lay through fields of innocence near bubbling springs of joy 

And when I'd lay me down to sleep 

I'd pray the lord my soul to keep 

The road was never very steep 

On the way to my father's house. 

The way to my father's 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 father's house. 

The way to my father's house at the age of twenty-nine 

Led over a mountain that I would seldom climb 

Except in times of great despair when I'd be looking everywhere 

And then one morning he was there, 

On the way to my father's house 

And glory, what a refreshing story 

I was so blind before he opened my eyes restoring me to 

The way to my father's 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...