Till The Cows Come Home

Well I'm walking through town as the evening comes down

And it's easy to hope that you're here

In my fine linen suit and my smouldering cheroot

Well disposed to a night of good cheer

The candles and lamps and the losers and champs

Horses all covered in foam

If you don't show then I just do not know

If I'll wait till the cows come home

I remember the day that you first came my way

Yes it stays in my mind like a song

I remember the night when you first caught my sight

And in spite of all that's gone wrong

The moon and the stars and the gentle guitars

You stepped to the microphone

You sang like a lark in the warm fragrant dark

I could listen till the cows come home

When it's raining and cold and love's losing its hold

And you feel like you just want to sleep

And the friends that you trusted, left you all busted

And the hills that you climb are all steep

Yeah your lovers and cronies have all turned out phonies

Sold you a bag full of bones

I'll keep waiting there still on that last final hill

And I will till the cows come home

Though I'm in this valley

I'll fear no evil if you will walk by my side

Though danger's around us, strangers all hound us

Your light will still be my guide

The villains and freaks with their vulgar antiques

And critiques that simper and moan

Oh they twist and they turn

But I'm just standing firm

And I will till the cows come home