Do Not Love Too Long
Mike Scott, William Butler Yeats
Oh love, do not love too long
I loved long and long
and grew to be out of fashion
like an old song, like an old song
like an old song
like an old song
like an old song
But oh love, in a minute she had changed
Oh do not love too long
Or you will grow out of fashion
like an old song, like an old song
like an old song
like an old song
like an old song
Wine comes in at the mouth
love comes in through the eye
that's all we know for sure
before we grow old and die
I lift the glass to my mouth
I think of her and sigh
So love, do not love too long
I loved long and long
and grew to be out of fashion
like an old song, like an old song
like an old song
like an old song
like an old song