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