Cathie Ryan – As The Evening Declines lyrics

[Verse]
I am old, very old, but I don’t need a wattle
I am old, yes, I’m old, but I’m not a dry nettle
All I need is man who is high in his mettle
Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines

[Verse]
And before the black hunger, I’d husbands in plenty
Maybe your granddad was one of the many
Or was he that red-coat who swigged more than any?
Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines

[Bridge]
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 a ditch is the best of all settles
Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines

[Verse]
I am old, very old, but I don’t need a wattle
I am old, yes, I’m old, but I’m not a dry nettle
So you clout the pot, and I’ll clout the kettle
Glory oh, glory, glory, when the evening declines
Glory oh, glory, glory, as the evening declines

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