in my time i’ve been a few places
and i’ve many a story to tell.
i’m still going strong,
as i’ve done all along,
i’m not ready for heaven or h*ll.
each day is a brand new adventure,
they say you’re as young as you feel,
may not be twenty six
but i’ve learned a few tricks,
being mature has a certain appeal.
it’s not over till it’s over
and not till the fat lady sings.
time to raise our gl*sses
and see what tomorrow brings.
our life is one big gamble
so roll up and place your bet
but its not over till its over
and there’s life in the old dog yet.
they say that life is for livin’,
and i’ve no doubt at all that it’s true.
i know, to be fair,
that i have done my fair share
but i’ve still got some livin’ to do!
i’ve only got the one daughter,
time she married and got settled down
and the man i have planned
has got plenty of land,
then i really will light up the town.
back to the top
my logan love (group)
where lagan stream sing lullaby
there blows a lily fair
when twilight gleam is in her eyes
the night is on her hair
and like a love – sick lenanshee
she hath my heart in thrall
no life have i, no liberty
with love is lord of all
and sometimes when the beetles h*rn
hath lulled the eve to sleep
i steal unto her shieling low
and through her dooreen peep
there on the cricket’s singing stone
she stirs the bog wood fire
and hums in soft sweet undertones
the song of heart’s desire
her welcome like her love for me
is from her heart within
her warm kiss is felicity
that knows no taint of sin