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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 grainwhere my father sweats knee-deep with his plow.And he's humming:"A daughter's worth is more than thisMy 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." From Letras Mania