Blessed Are

[Verse: Joan Baez] Blessed are the one way ticket holders On a one way street Blessed are the midnight riders For in the shadow of God they sleep Blessed are the huddled hikers Staring out at falling rain Wondering at the retribution In their personal acquaintance with pain Blessed are the blood relations Of the young ones who have died Who had not the time or patience To carry on this earthly ride Rain will come and winds will blow Wild deer die in the mountain snow Birds will beat at heaven's wall What comes to one must come to us all For you and I are one way ticket Holders on a one-way street Which lies across a golden valley Where the waters of joy and hope run deep So if you pass the parents weeping Of the young ones who have died Take them to your warmth and keeping For blessed are the tears they cried And many were the years they tried Take them to that valley wide And let their souls be pacified