Chris Bathgate Madison House
On a rose and tongues are golden
And every hum we know is sentenced
And I’m not asking you to change your name
But I can’t leave you I can’t leave you now
I’ll cut away somehow
Left a hole in the cold September dawn
On the day I go
It’s known to snow where I was born
And when approached I’ll barter some time
And I’m not asking you to save my place
But I can’t see you, I can’t see you now
I’ll cut away somehow
Left a hole in the cold September dawn
On the day I go
