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