As the Evening Declines Songtext
von Cathie Ryan

I am old, very old
But I don′t need water
I am old, yes I'm old
But I′m not a dry nettle
All I need is a man
Who is high in his meadow

Glory, oh glory, glory
When the evening declines
Glory, oh glory, glory
As the evening declines

And before the black hunger
I'd husbands in plenty
Maybe your granddad
Was one of the many
Or was he that redcoat
Who swigged more than any?


Glory, oh glory, glory
When the evening declines
Glory, oh glory, glory
As the evening declines

You can have all your gold
The high king of all metals
With soft talk and kisses
We'll never want better
And the west of the ditch
Is the best of all settles

Glory, oh glory, glory
When the evening declines
Glory, oh glory, glory
As the evening declines

I am old, very old
But I don′t need water
I am old, yes I′m old
But I'm not a dry nettle
So you plough the path
And I′ll plough the kettle


Glory, oh glory, glory
When the evening declines
Glory, oh glory, glory
As the evening declines