I wrote and recorded this in 1977, the year before Tree House Press was born. It speaks to the very soul of the company and continues to be our theme song today.
One rainy evening, my wife lay sleeping
In the darkness, I sat hearing the raindrops fall
I heard a giggle float down the hall
Our Randy was awake
A yellow light seemed, like a moonbeam
To sneak softly from underneath his bedroom door
Inside Randy lay on the floor
And with a little grin
He said, "Hi Dad, come on in.
And won't you read with me?
Oh see, you know, only six more pages to go.
And I can't wait to see how the end will be."
We sat on his bed, he placed his head
On my shoulder, the book lay between our knees
He gladly shared the tale with me
I smiled and laughed along
His freckled face beamed, his little book seemed
To be a living and a breathing part of him
Part of Randy, part of his grin
He read it like a song
And so I watched him grow
I watched him come to know
What joys there can be
In learning, feeling, laughing, living
Sighing, crying, sympathizing
With new found friends
In wondrous worlds
That the authors pen
In words that set us free
Words and Music by Patrick Lashmar
Copyright 1977 Ochsway Music