Madison House - Chris Bathgate

Our oaths

And tongues

Are golden

And e-

V’ry home

We know

Is sentenced

And I’m not askin' 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

Our bor-

Ders are torn

And I’m not askin' 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

Oo-ooh

Oo-ooh

Oo-oo-oooh

Oo-ooh

Oo-ooh

Oo-oo-oooh

Oo-ooh

Oo-ooh

Oo-oo-oooh

Oo-ooh

Oo-ooh

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