Till The Cows Come Home — текст песни (Farmer Boys)

You told me to hold on here
To hold on like day old beer
To hold on for your return
May I yearn and burn?
I sit in my rocking chair
And swing like a doctrinaire
On things that won`t be so
Up and down
Day by day, all night long,
All the years you have been gone
I hold on here
Till the cows come home
The bitterness inside me
Embraces me totally
And opens me finally
I have been alone
I hold on a rocking chair again
And swing like a doctrinaire again
On things that won`t be so
Up and down
Day by day, all night long,
All the years you have been gone
I hold on here
Till the cows come home
Oh god I`m yearning,
I`m always burning
For things that are gone
But now I`m learning
To stop turning around, to hold on
That`s not a song about you,
not about me, not about anyone
Maybe an outstanding account to be paid
For all the days, all night long, all the years
I hold on till the cows come home