(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)