Lay down your weary tune, lay down, lay down the song you strung
And rest yourself near the strength of streams
No voice can hope to hum
Struck by the sounds before the sun
I knew the night had gone
The morning breezed like a bugle blue
Against the drums of the dawn
Lay down your weary tune, lay down, lay down the song you strung
And rest yourself near the strength of streams
No voice can hope to hum
The ocean wild like a cordial plate
The seaweeds woven strands
The crashing waves like the cymbals crashed
Against the rocks and seaweeds
And the sands lay down your weary tomb
Lay down, lay down the song you strung
And rest yourself beneath the strength of streams
No voice can hope to hum
I stood unwound beneath the sky
The clouds unbound by lords
The crying rain like a trumpet sang
And asked for your word
Cause lay down your weary tomb
Lay down
Lay down the song you strung
And rest yourself beneath the strength of streams
No voice can hope to hum
The last of leaves fell from the trees
And clung to a new love's breast
The last of leaves fell from the trees
And branches fell like a banjo play
The winds that listened to this
Lay down your weary tomb
Lay down, lay down the song you strung
And rest yourself beneath the strength of streams
No voice can hope to hum
Lay down, lay down the song you strung


I gazed down in the river's mirror
And watched its winding strum
The waters smooth ran like a hymn
And like a harp did come
Lay down your weary tomb
Lay down your weary tomb
Lay down, lay down the song you've strung, and rest yourself, meet the strength of streams.
No voice can hold you home.