Come home, knock at the gate, summon the guardian moon
Though winter is nigh and the hour is late, she'll open up for you

Outside hard times, redlines, deadlines
People you just can't please
Climbers and graspers, best-laid disasters --
We don't make much of these

Rest your head my weary sister, lay your tireless body down
With your tears and tender whispers, we will turn the thirsty ground
And the lords of constant sorrow will not dare to march upon
The bonnie gardens of tomorrow that spring up where you have gone, amazon

Hard lie the hobbles and cuffs over the dreary day
But sage rhymes and oracle doves chisel the chains away

Though clever jesters clip your feathers
Tether your pinions proud
Prisons will open, bonds will be broken
Daisies will dance in rounds

Rest your head my weary sister, lay your tireless body down
With your tears and tender whispers, we will turn the thirsty ground
And the lords of constant sorrow will not dare to look upon
The bonnie gardens of tomorrow that spring up where you have gone, amazon

So rise, swan, open your wings
Put off your duckling guise
Carry the maiden born to be queen
Over the rolling skies


Shine bright starlight hold tight swift flight
Home to the new-made nest
Worries and maybes will not delay thee
Lovers and friends await thee --

Rest your head my weary sister, lay your tireless body down
With your tears and tender whispers we will turn the world around
For the lords of constant sorrow cannot bear to look upon
The golden gardens of tomorrow that spring up where you have gone, amazon