Sweet Kate, open your gate -- here i stand in the wind
Threadbare, snow in my hair, how i need you again
For lone stalks the hunter's moon, time takes her toll
Love, please, mercy on me and my poor wandrin' soul

Love is a star that will not shine till the hour of your return
And i count the days in cups of wine and the candles i have burned
And sunrise comes only when i am faraway in dreams or when the black thunder rolls
I cannot save my own sad heart nor your poor, poor wandrin' soul

I heard the grey wolf sing her serenade at night
But you never held me by the light of day

I climbed the redwood tree and caught the wren in flight
But her wings were soft as morning and the morning slipped away

Love is a star that will not shine till the hour of your return | sweet Kate, open your gate -- here i stand in the wind
I count the days in cups of wine and the candles i have burned | threadbare, snow in my hair, how i need you again
And sunrise comes only when i am faraway in dreams or when the black thunder rolls | for lone stalks the hunter's moon, time takes her toll
I cannot save my own sad heart nor your poor, poor wandrin' soul | love, please, mercy on me and my poor wandrin' soul

Open the gate, love
So many candles
Suddenly morning slips away from me
And the wax heart weeps and blisters
And it's burning where he kissed her
And the ghost of lost love whispers, "sweet Kate..."