Late in the evening when the gloamin' comes down It's deep in the country I'll be When all the wild creatures and all sensible men Are seekin' their beds I'll roam free. Where the wild salmon spring through a peat water ring And the blackbird and the thrush ring a jig from each tree Some contentment I'll find with the town far behind For my heart, it belongs to she. And who could have blamed her, she married so young And what of this world did she see? Naught but pots and of pans and a hard drinking man Being a wife and a mother of three. And who could have blamed her when passion's wild flame And the young man with money one day replaced me? Being a fool from the start, now I've paid with my heart For my heart, it belongs to she. If I pass a cottage and a family within Its light and its warmth leave me cold. And if I pass a young girl who catches my eye Her youth and her hope leave me old. And who could have blamed her when all else had failed Whose hopes and whose dreams were no interest to me? Being a fool from the start, now I've paid with my heart For my heart, it belongs to she.
Late in the evening when the gloamin' comes down It's deep in the country I'll be When all the wild creatures and all sensible men Are seekin' their beds I'll roam free. Where the wild salmon spring through a peat water ring And the blackbird and the thrush ring a jig from each tree Some contentment I'll find with the town far behind For my heart, it belongs to she. And who could have blamed her, she married so young And what of this world did she see? Naught but pots and of pans and a hard drinking man Being a wife and a mother of three. And who could have blamed her when passion's wild flame And the young man with money one day replaced me? Being a fool from the start, now I've paid with my heart For my heart, it belongs to she. If I pass a cottage and a family within Its light and its warmth leave me cold. And if I pass a young girl who catches my eye Her youth and her hope leave me old. And who could have blamed her when all else had failed Whose hopes and whose dreams were no interest to me? Being a fool from the start, now I've paid with my heart For my heart, it belongs to she.
