Lyrics

THE HOUSE

We've been runnin' the reaper since sun up
It's time the crop gave up its yield
Shadows reach across the gravel road
It's been a long day in this field
Dad shuts down the engine
And tosses the keys to me
I hand him a bottle of water
He wipes his forehead with his sleeve
He smiles and waves his hand and says he'll see me

Up at the house
Where his bed's as soft as clouds
Where he can find some rest
He's given it his best
The table's been prepared
He'll bow his head in prayer
A peaceful of paradise
Where he can find new life
Up at the house

It seems like yesterday
When we were bailin' hay
But the years passed quickly by
Like the sun slips from the sky
Now I see him lyin' there
Someone's singin' the Lord's Prayer
I touch him one last time
And try to keep from cryin'
It's hard to say goodbye, but I know he'll be fine

Up at the house
Where a bed's as soft as clouds
Where a man can find some rest
When he's given it his best
The table's been prepared
He'll bow his head in prayer
A peaceful paradise
Where he can find new life

A little hand touches mine and I kneel down to wipe her tears
I hold her close and whisper, He's waitin' for us there up at the house

(Instrumental)

The table's been prepared
We'll bow our heads in prayer
A peaceful paradise
Where we can find new life
Up at the house
Up at the house


© 2013 Robert Clark (ASCAP)