Slow, slow sloe gin
Blackthorn pulled me in
Juniper’s a curse
The sugar makes it worse
Slow, slow sloe gin

Slow, slow sloe gin
Purple stained the skin
When we picked them in the fall
Now you ain’t here no more
Slow, slow sloe gin

October fades to November
December fades to a blur
The New Year come
She has gone
What have I now of her?

I’ve got slow, slow sloe gin
Fills a hole within
It’s a blessing not a cure
But it’s safer to be sure
Slow, slow sloe gin