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