The sleep

In the winter of my youth where the shadows have passed
Are my memories of the truth I thought would always last
And now it seems that all my dreams like the summer sun have gone
And my heart lies in New Haven but in my struggle I live on

I made my way through the broken gate
Found out I was too late
And I could not disturb her sleep
A three days ride to Scottendale
And a penance on my trail
And now a memorys all I keep

Eyes of crystal deep as night a heart the world could never know
I held our daughters hand so tight and said my dear its time to go
And in my haste, no time to waste I had to leave her where she lay
But I swore then as I do now that Ill come back for her some day

I made my way through the broken gate
Found out I was too late
And I could not disturb her sleep
A three days ride to Scottendale
And a penance on my trail
And now a memorys all I keep