Lay down your weary tune, lay down, lay down the song you strungAnd rest yourself near the strength of streamsNo voice can hope to humStruck by the sounds before the sunI knew the night had goneThe morning breezed like a bugle blueAgainst the drums of the dawnLay down your weary tune, lay down, lay down the song you strungAnd rest yourself near the strength of streamsNo voice can hope to humThe ocean wild like a cordial plateThe seaweeds woven strandsThe crashing waves like the cymbals crashedAgainst the rocks and seaweedsAnd the sands lay down your weary tombLay down, lay down the song you strungAnd rest yourself beneath the strength of streamsNo voice can hope to humI stood unwound beneath the skyThe clouds unbound by lordsThe crying rain like a trumpet sangAnd asked for your wordCause lay down your weary tombLay downLay down the song you strungAnd rest yourself beneath the strength of streamsNo voice can hope to humThe last of leaves fell from the treesAnd clung to a new love's breastThe last of leaves fell from the treesAnd branches fell like a banjo playThe winds that listened to thisLay down your weary tombLay down, lay down the song you strungAnd rest yourself beneath the strength of streamsNo voice can hope to humLay down, lay down the song you strungI gazed down in the river's mirrorAnd watched its winding strumThe waters smooth ran like a hymnAnd like a harp did comeLay down your weary tombLay down your weary tombLay down, lay down the song you've strung, and rest yourself, meet the strength of streams.No voice can hold you home.