Honey Wine

Lay your heavy burden at the door Lay your heavy burdens at the door Set down you bags and come inside I just made some tea and I swept the floor Why don't you lay your heavy burdens at the door Follow me to the land of honey wine Follow me to the land of honey wine Follow me over hill and sea Hang your troubles on the line Follow me to the land of honey wine Mountains high, valley low Oh, and the cold winds blow Mountains high, valley low Oh, and the cold winds blow Do you hear the song the wind makes of the trees? Do you hear the song the wind makes of the trees? Do you rest in peace at the thought of death When the angels come to bring release Do you hear the song the wind makes of the trees? Do you lay your heavy burdens at their knees? Mountains high, valley low Oh, and the cold winds blow Mountains high, valley low Oh, and the cold winds blow