Bruce Springsteen - My Father's House Lyrics

Love this Song!!!!♥️

Debra Rand's earthly Dad who I never really knew Bobby Vann died in1977 the same year as Melony....Grandma Nene loved me I heard...

Thank you Bruce for speaking to us, the broken sons of broken men

Breaks my heart to think Bruce supports the democratic party who celebrated so enthusiastically when New York brought in abortion for babies up to 9 months old in their mother's WOMB.Maybe he could write a moving song on their behalf sometime .

For my father in heaven

Rest in peace my dad.......... deux ans que tu es partis ................tu me manque je t'aimes !!!!!!!! Ton fils ....
Une pensée a tous les papa partis trop tôt

This song hits the spot at times, come back to it now and then

Coud someone please post the longer japanese version ? Thanks.

father and son issues. This song would be great as house music before the curtain rises to a Eugene O'Neill play.

My Father's House (La maison de mon père)

Cette chanson commence par l'évocation du rêve d'un homme qui se revoit petit enfant, perdu dans une forêt alors que le soir va tomber. Le vent lui fait entendre des bruits terrifiants et il se met a courrir persuadé d'avoir à ses trousses une espèce de monstre horrible.

Tout à coup il aperçoit au loin la maison de son père, comme un guide lumineux dans l'obscurité. Cela lui donne le courage de s'extirper des branches et des ronces qui lui bouchent le passage pour finalement tomber dans les bras de son père.

Ce rêve fait prendre conscience à l'homme que les disputes qui l'ont séparé lui et son père doivent cesser et qu'il est temps pour lui de retrouver cette maison qui lui est si chère.

Mais quand il y arrive, une femme qu'il ne connaît pas lui ouvre et lui apprend que son père ne vit plus là. La maison sans son père n'est maintenant plus qu'une coquille vide qui continue à l'appeler inutilement. Elle reste là comme le symbole de toutes les choses que l'on a le remords d'avoir faites ou que l'on regrette de n'avoir pas eu le temps de faire.

Une belle évocation de l'enfance et du rapport père-fils à travers le prisme d'une maison lumineuse, refuge et cocon que l'on cherche toujours à retrouver. Ici la mort des parents n'est qu'évoquée sans trop de pathétique puisque ce n'est jamais clairement exprimé.

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 snapping 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

Bruce your music inspires my father and me more than you could ever understand it has brought us closer we sit and listen to you for hours all the time thank you for the memories we have made plus many more to come I love you papps

One of the best of his Broadway performance

I still recalled running through the fields with the devil snapping at my heels 12 year old mind

Profound

Thanks for the good music....
Here in Germany we do have racism murdering against our German people.
Hannelore Antes Germany

I miss my Dad so much. Such a strong Man....... My hero.

We think if we can get back home we can fix the hard things that happened there. Sometimes we spend a lifetime trying to get back there, only to realize we can never go back. You can't change the past. Realizing this brings acceptance, then forgiveness and finally, love.

Today is the ten year anniversary of my dad's death he died outside the house that him and my mom designed. Each year it's interesting, I think there's something about TEN that really puts it into perspective on how fleeting it all is. Stop yelling in traffic, be mindful, live for today.

detta måste vara orginalet till olle ljungströms magnus ugglas min far och jag

They got to Bruce.

But music like this is his testament.

Jesus told his disciples that in my Father's house are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for you. I shall return in like manner. Now more than ever it is important to forgive and be forgiven. Keep our hearts right with our Father so that he does not tell us to depart that he never knew us.

Happy Birthday dad
R.I.P

"I'm sorry son no one by that name lives here anymore" - The days of atonement have passed. Time is one thing we all have in common, you can't buy it or sell it. Use it wisely. Don't let it pass without doing what you need to do. Once it's gone it's gone. You can't get it back.

Listened to this song for the first time. Found it by accident while searching for a different reference to the same title. Anyway, always been a Boss fan. That said, I have both my parents and reading some of the comments and listening to the song makes me want to make more time time to spend with my Dad. He left my Mom when we were toddlers. He has tried to atone for that in the latter years. But once their gone, their gone. Reading these comments and laments of missed opportunities, reminds me to enjoy my Dad in the living years.

lionjklwlf in the living years 👍🏼

Jos on surullinen, niin tämä kannatta kunnella!

I am fourth five who fan stones fan doors fan skynard fan ecta a Friend Turned me on to this album not a huge Bruce fan Nebraska is a masterpiece I have listened to this every night for months for an average American man this album really hits home my father's house I'm sure really hits home for a lot of guys

This song is refered to in a book: Songs in Group Psychotherapy for Chemical Dependence by Alan Reitman.

Crying evertime I heard that. Thank U Boss, for understanding us even of you don't know us

I hated my father, and with good reason.......this song makes me sad ...because my father missed so much,,,threw so much away including me.

@Timothy Barr are you gay?
 

+Count Dracula you are way too sensitive Count, have you been getting enough sleep?

thought so Timothy Barr........Mr. sensitive LOL

Screw 'em, Drac. I hear you. Rock on.

You  and me both , my oldman spent all his money and most of mine , his eldest son on booze . This is a Very tough LP to listen to , but I do and sing along also . Hes dead now and Not missed , nuh said .

Thank you, Boss, for singing our lives--and helping us understand what they meant!

+dagda54 that was so beautifully said.

Love, who remember their Fathers in good and bad.

Started clearing out things from my deceased father's house yesterday. This song will forever be etched in my mind.

My prayers are with you.

@Alex Holbourn Thank you.

Same here. The good memories will prevail. Trust it.

@JOHNNY RAGS Best wishes and positive thoughts.

Parker Warren I know where you're coming from mate.

This song makes me regret all the times me and my father argued and fought. I'm sorry for every single one of those times dad

Maybe he was teaching you how to stand up for yourself.

Well said i agree

It takes a Big Man to be humble.

its hard to anticipate all the effects of your actions. . . however I assume this album has meant much to many people.  its so personal.  

merci bruce mon père est disparu en 1977 et je suis né en 75 mais cet album reste pour moi une mémoire 

My father died in 1982 the year of this album was make,
To my Father always in my heart.
Tanks Bruce.

@Carlos Telhal i'm so sorry 4 ur father ,r.i.p for him and god bless you bro.respect from casablanca morocco

@simo alaoui Thank you from Setubal Portugal

you're welcome brother

my dad left is life in 1977 i was 2 years old and i search him anymore

thanks for posting

Love you dad. Hope you see this one day.

Anyone who gave this a thumbs down is a cyborg bastard with no soul.

Or just has other tastes...which is allowed.

catharsis 

This may be the most haunting, chilling song ever written.  I can feel it in my bones. Ben Harper also does a beautiful version but Bruce........well hell it's Bruce.

just watched a move about Gary Gilmore and this song was in it lovely

Daddy, I miss you so much.  35 years and I miss you more now than when I first lost you. You missed so much. Springsteen knows the human heart.

"Calling and calling, so cold and alone" ... I love you

now that i've listened 50-odd times, i think this is the one on the album that guts me the most.

is that right….

@Brian Clark what

@tomdissonance you heard me.

This makes me miss my Dad even more with a Tear or two

you're a lucky person then

love you dad

My dad is my Hero

I have lived this song, sad to say.

Thank you for the times we shared dad, see you...

do it he will be gone tomm. listen to this again and tell me that you are not going to say it dad i love you if youc do it for those who cant sorry man

Den her musik og ord, er den bruce springsteen jeg bedst kan lide. Martin40

All my life , I was in confrontation with my father ,, but now i want to say ,, I love u Dad.

honestly makes me tear up a little.

I could probably say a lot "MrLuisott", but my words could never express the passion or brilliance in describing a troubled, but loving bond between a father and a son. There are few that can do that, Springsteen is one of them. I, however, am a woman - so that's problem #1. Problem #2 is too difficult to explain in English, which explains Problem #2. Springsteen is our "Dante". His words (and music) changed our mindset.

Father forgive us our sins and heal our hurts,give us joy and take away our sorrows.
Keep us ever mindful that our past is in the past and that happiness is ours today, we don't
know about our tomorrows.

Lillie would love this song. I must tell her about it.

Holy holy holy

poetry in action ,im stunned,everytime i hear