Marigold

She had a way with words

That often was misheard

From here to there and then to now

It all seemed 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 lay her down

In the fields of heather

They remembered all the ones she loved

And the ones she left behind

Holidays and hand-me-downs

Forgotten souvenirs

Better days could not be found

Amongst a 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

If you've lost your soul

And you're on your own

Find your way back home

In the words of sweet, 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