Marigold In Winter

Find old marigold,

Tell her of the snow

The trees she left to grow

are burning up with smoke.

Fine old marigold,

she left two years ago

The leaves were cast and blown

and love left on its own.

My old marigold,

you've grown two years alone

The land and seas you've flown

don't measure up to home.

Fine - old marigold,

I'll take you back, but don't

Fill the well with hope

or the snow will kill us both.