A Song for David

	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.

	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.