Iron Gate, Purple Wood
Chris Bathgate
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Iron gate, purple wood
At night we go walking through the neighborhood
That was all, oh lord that was all
Shattered light, trembling ash
crept on the porch as the dim evening past
That was all, oh lord that was all
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Watered sill, rage in white
One kettle screaming on the stove that night
That was all, oh lord that was all
Fiery field, amber grass
On the horizon the dawn it had past
That was all, oh lord that was all
Iron gate, purple wood
At night we go walking through the neighborhood
That was all, oh lord that was all