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