Lyrics

My heart is in four places, four chambers has my heart;
Blood is thicker than the waters pushed apart.
And I promise to return but for the good Lord call my name;
Until then, sleep ye safe and sound into the morn.
Until then, rest ye well into the morn.

I’ve seen fir trees reach light o’er clouded land;
Crumbling castle towers fightin’ just to stand;
Black sand beaches; fresh snow across the plains;
I’ve seen rainbows, and my God I’ve felt the rains.

My heart is in four places, four chambers has my heart;
Mending fences built of barbs and ancient stone.
And I promise to come home but for the good Lord call my name;
Until then, sleep ye safe and sound into the morn.
Until then, rest ye well into the morn.

I’ve walked concrete; turned me bitter, hard and cold;
Found loyalty — the marrow of city bones.
Helped farmers sow their arid fields in vain;
And I’ve seen the floods, but my God, have I prayed for rain.

My heart is in four places, four chambers has my heart;
Blood is thicker than the oceans that separate.
And I promise to return but for the good Lord call my name;
Until then, sleep ye safe and sound into the morn.
Until then, rest ye well into the morn,
Until then, my love, rest well into the morn.