"The Long Cold Year (In the Field)" as written by and Chris Phillip Bathgate....
Farewell, farewell
My maudlin love
Drown your ash
In a single tear
And brace your heart
And brace your soul
For another long cold year
I dress my wounds in sweet moonshine
This field I live
This bridge I die
And to a world of worried want
Into its arms I must succumb



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