I'll Write a Love Song Yet

I'm a slave to the bottle and the six strings
All I ever do is sing
From early in the morning til the sun sets
And the stars are shining in the sky
And I'm still asking why

I'll write a love song yet
I'll write a love song yet

And I'll go walking in the soft green grass
In the Northern Isles
Where the sun shines fast
All day long
I'll be singing my song

I'll write a love song yet
I'll write a love song
I'll write a love song yet

To the clouds in the sky
To the mountains high
To asking why why why
To taking another ride
To taking another ride

I'll write a love song yet
I'll write a love song
I'll write a love song yet

To the cold black night
And the steel grey dawn
To the hateful eyes
And their frigid scorn
To the tired old lies
Wasted and worn
To the here
To the gone

I'll write a love song yet
I'll write a love song
I'll write a love song yet



Credits
Writer(s): Alistair James Jenkins
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