Cathie Ryan - As the Evening Declines [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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

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

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

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