Joan Baez - Jesse

Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bed

Where we slept; now it's growing cold.

Jesse your face, in the place where we lay

By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart

And I'm leaving the light on the stairs

No I'm not scared; I wait for you

Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home.

Jesse the stairs in the halls, recalling

Your step; and I remember too.

All the pictures are shaded and fading in grey

And I still set a place on the table at noon

And I'm leaving the light on the stairs

No I'm not scared; I wait for you

Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home.

Jesse the spread on the bed,

It's like when you left, I kept it for you.

All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned

And are seemingly new; hey Jess, me and you.

We'll swallow the light on the stairs

I'll fix up my hair, we'll sleep unawares

Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home

• Artist:Joan Baez