Till the Cows Come Home The Church

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 thе stars and the gentle guitars
You stеpped 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