A Song For David Lyrics by Joan Baez
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(Words and Music by 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.

© 1969, 1970 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
(Words and Music by 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.       © 1969, 1970 Chandos Music (ASCAP)