Go No More A-Roving

So we’ll go no more, no moreSo we’ll go no more, no more So we’ll go no more a-rovingSo late into the nightThough the heart be still as lovingAnd the moon be still as brightFor the sword outwears its sheathAnd the soul outwears the breastAnd the heart must pause to breatheAnd love itself have restContinue reading “Go No More A-Roving”