Marigold

She had a way with words
That often was misheard
From here to there and then till now
It all seems such a blur

Under the stars of the Isle of Skye
Left early September came back late July

"If you've lost your soul and you're on your own
Find your way back home in the words of sweet Marigold"

And they layed her down in the fields of heather
They remembered all the ones she loved and the ones she left behind
Holidays in hand-me-downs, forgotten souvenirs
Better days could not be found amongst the trail of tears
Oh sweet Marigold

"If you've lost your soul and you're on your own
Find your way back home in the words of sweet Marigold"

"If you've lost your soul and you're on your own
Find your way back home in the words of sweet Marigold"

"If you've lost your soul and you're on your own
Find your way back home in the words of sweet Marigold"