| So, we’ll go no more a roving
|
| So late into the night
|
| Though the heart be still as loving
|
| And the moon be still as bright (x2)
|
| For the sword outwears its sheath
|
| And the soul wears out the breast
|
| And the heart must pause to breathe
|
| And love itself have rest
|
| So, we’ll go no more a roving
|
| So late into the night
|
| Though the heart be still as loving
|
| And the moon be still as bright (x2)
|
| For the sword outwears its sheath
|
| And the soul wears out the breast
|
| And the heart must pause to breathe
|
| And love itself have rest
|
| So, we’ll go no more a roving
|
| So late into the night
|
| Though the heart be still as loving
|
| And the moon be still as bright |