The Old Gate Songtext
von Tim Hart

From the harshest of winters
At the end of September
Don′t you remember?
We drew a line straight across the sun
To mark the road which we had walked along
Before I returned the rest

Now the eyes are deceiving
So I call in the daytime
For your favourite past time
Were cigarettes and drinking to regret
But don't you dare forget
THat a lesser man than you
Have broken out of here

So meet me where the old
Meet me where the old gate swings
Meet me where the old
Meet me where the old gate swings
And i′ll give you all
that my heart has to give


Should I look you in the eye
Or face the fears that rise in me
Left that man of honour
One year to the day
Should I stare into the sky
Or draw a rainbow in the dirt
THat way it will not hurt
When you are gone

If this rain is forgiveness
Then this year has been golden
THese hands now are older
But closer to a place I can respect
But don't let me forget
That hardened hearts will break a man
If left to become cold

SO meet me where the old
Meet me where the old gate swings
meet me where the old
meet me where the old gate swings
and ill give you all that my heart has to
give