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 the sheath

And the soul wears out the breast

And the heart must pause to breathe

And love itself must rest



Though the night was made for loving

And the day returns too soon

Still we'll go no more a-roving

By the light of the moon