On a rose and tongues are golden And every hum we know is sentenced And I'm not asking you to change your name But I can't leave you I can't leave you now I'll cut away somehow Left a hole in the cold September dawn On the day I go It's known to snow where I was born And when approached I'll barter some time And I'm not asking you to save my place But I can't see you, I can't see you now I'll cut away somehow Left a hole in the cold September dawn On the day I go