sweet Kate, open your gate -- here i stand in the wind threadbare, snow in my hair, how i need you again for lone stalks the hunter's moon, time takes her toll love, please, mercy on me and my poor wandrin' soul love is a star that will not shine till the hour of your return and i count the days in cups of wine and the candles i have burned and sunrise comes only when i am faraway in dreams or when the black thunder rolls i cannot save my own sad heart nor your poor, poor wandrin' soul i heard the grey wolf sing her serenade at night but you never held me by the light of day i climbed the redwood tree and caught the wren in flight but her wings were soft as morning and the morning slipped away love is a star that will not shine till the hour of your return | sweet Kate, open your gate -- here i stand in the wind i count the days in cups of wine and the candles i have burned | threadbare, snow in my hair, how i need you again and sunrise comes only when i am faraway in dreams or when the black thunder rolls | for lone stalks the hunter's moon, time takes her toll i cannot save my own sad heart nor your poor, poor wandrin' soul | love, please, mercy on me and my poor wandrin' soul open the gate, love so many candles suddenly morning slips away from me and the wax heart weeps and blisters and it's burning where he kissed her and the ghost of lost love whispers, "sweet Kate..."