The Call

You left her to answer the call

Of golden hills to out the west

You promised to return by fall

You said you’d bring her the best

She cried, her head on your chest

And said, just come back at all

You promised to return by fall

But summer is quickly fading

Without having any luck at all

Yourself you are persuading

That one more week is all you need

One week turns to two, then three

As winter begins to settle in

You promised to return by fall

But you can’t return without a win

The ice broke and let him fall

His dying lips could only call

A promise, to return by fall