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

For the sword outwears it's sheath
And the soul wears out the breast
And the heart must pause to breathe
And love it'self 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
For the sword outwears it's sheath
And the soul wears out the breast
And the heart must pause to breathe
And love it'self 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