[bad word] home, there's a hole in the bed
Where we slept; now it's growing cold.
Jesse your face, in the place where we lay
By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart
And I'm leaving the light on the stairs
No I'm not scared; I wait for you
Hey Jesse, it's [bad word] home.

Jesse the stairs in the halls, recalling 
Your step; and I remember too.
All the pictures are shaded and fading in grey
And I still set a place on the table at noon
And I'm leaving the light on the stairs
No I'm not scared; I wait for you
Hey Jesse, it's [bad word] home.

Jesse the spread on the bed,
It's like when you left, I kept it for you.
All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned
And are seemingly new; hey Jess, me and you.
We'll swallow the light on the stairs
I'll fix up my hair, we'll sleep unawares
Hey Jesse, it's [bad word] home
Joan Baez Jesse lyrics