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.