Refrain (x2)
So bind up the French doors and lace your leather tight
I am taking you to the eagle’s nest tonight.
Verse 1
Singing a mother’s work it is more than this
A mother’s work it is more than this. (x2)
My mother’s work is more…
Verse 2
I am 21, and I am a golden gate.
My hands aren’t married yet,
But my brother’s sings in his sleep.
Bring her home to you,
Lord, bring her home.
And the silent wind cradles a field of grain
Where my father swept knee-deep with his plow.
And he’s humming a daughter’s worth is more this.
My daughter’s worth is more.
Refrain (x4)
So bind up the French doors and lace your leather tight
I am taking you to the eagle’s nest tonight.
Verse 3
Singing a mother’s work is more than this
My mother’s work is more

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