She had a way with words That often was misheard From here to there and then till now It all seems such a blur Under the stars of the Isle of Skye Left early September came back late July "If you've lost your soul and you're on your own Find your way back home in the words of sweet Marigold" And they layed her down in the fields of heather They remembered all the ones she loved and the ones she left behind Holidays in hand-me-downs, forgotten souvenirs Better days could not be found amongst the trail of tears Oh sweet Marigold "If you've lost your soul and you're on your own Find your way back home in the words of sweet Marigold" "If you've lost your soul and you're on your own Find your way back home in the words of sweet Marigold" "If you've lost your soul and you're on your own Find your way back home in the words of sweet Marigold"