Rockin' on Joanie's horse,
Her Pop and Mom her joy,
A horsey was her toy--
Joanie out-smiled any boy!
Singin' brought her fame,
and then she toured the world,
hair, bangs, uncurled.
Hair short, she raised a son.
There's Someone at the door who's waitin'.
The inside latch not yet releasin'.
Hear that gentle, faithful knockin'?
Has she heard the Answer in the wind?
Is she still out travelin' and folk singin'?
Is she still out war and nuke protestin'?
There's Someone at the door who's sighin'.
Even feet of steel can't last.
She's done her draft resistin',
and done her meditatin',
but every soul needs restin',