Eagle's Nest Lyrics

So bind up the French doors and lace your leather tight.
I am taking you to the eagle's nest tonight.
Singing: "A mother's work is more than this.
A mother's work is more.
My mother's work is more."

I am twenty-one.
I am a golden gate.
My hands aren't married yet,
but my brother sings in his sleep:
"Bring her home to you, Lord.
Bring her home."

And a silent wind cradles a field of grain
where my father sweats knee-deep with his plow.
And he's humming:
"A daughter's worth is more than this
My daughter's worth is more."

So bind up the French doors and lace your leather tight.
I am taking you to the eagle's nest tonight.
Singing: "A mother's work is more than this.
My mother's work is more."