In my heart I will wait
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By the stony gate
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And the little one
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In my arms will sleep.
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Every rising of the moon
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Makes the years grow late
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And the love in our hearts will keep.
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There are friends I will make
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And bonds I will break
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As the seasons roll by
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And we build our own sky.
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In my heart I will wait
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By the stony gate
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And the little one
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In my arms will sleep.
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And the stars in your sky
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Are the stars in mine
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And both prisoners
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Of this life are we.
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Through the same troubled waters
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We carry our time,
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You and the convicts and me.
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There's a good thing to know
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On the outside or in,
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To answer not where
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But just who I am.
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Because the stars in your sky
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Are the stars in mine
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And both prisoners
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Of this life are we.
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And the hills that you know
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Will remain for you
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And the little willow green
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Will stand firm.
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The flowers that we planted
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Through the seasons past
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Will all bloom
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On the day you return.
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To a baby at play
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All a mother can say,
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He'll return on the wind
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To our hearts, and till then
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I will sit and I'll wait
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By the stony gate
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And the little one
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'neath the trees will dance.
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A Song For David (David's Song)
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| Joan Baez |
