Am I learning patience?
Is my spirit restored?
Do I listen to the beggar
Or the woman in the door?
Aces and eights
We cry at the gates
Remembering hate
The wild and the waiting child
Night of nights
Sight of sights
Among the hidden
The rhymes and the stories remained
Spending three years
Alternately blocked and drained
Workers in song
We noticed so long ago
Tarry on
The weary are strong
So strong
Light of lights
Fight of fights
Crime and pain
Life and liberty
Wind, rain
Politics and greed
Her face stained with sorrow
Songwork chase, steal and borrow
Write something down
Write it down now
Dylan and Cohen
Van Zandt
Cry baby cry
You know more than I
A wink and a sigh
A wink and a sigh