And every home we've known is sentencednAnd I'm no asking you to change your namenBut I can't see you, I can't see you nownI'll cut away somehownLeft a hole in the cold September dawnnOn, the day I gonIts known to snow where I was bornnAnd when approached all borders atonenAnd I'm not asking you to save my placenBut I can't leave you, I can't leave you nownI'll cut away somehownLeft a hole in the cold September dawnnOn, the day I go