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.