Chris bathgate

The long cold year (in the field)

Chris bathgate
Farewell, farewell
My maudlin love
Drown your ash
In a single tear
And brace your heart

And brace your soul
For another long cold year
I dress my wounds in sweet moonshine

This field I live
This bridge I die
And to a world of worried want
Into its arms I must succumb

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