Lyrics
SO WE’LL GO NO MORE A-ROVING (words by Lord Byron)
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 its sheath / And the soul wears out the breast, / And the heart must pause to breathe, / And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving, / And the day returns too soon, / Yet we’ll go no more a-roving / By the light of the moon.
(We’ll go no more a-roving)
© 2012 Louis Rosen, Lullwater Music, ASCAP. All Rights Reserved.
