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