So we'll go no more a-roving so lat 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 outwears 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.

Yet we'll go no more a-roving by the light of the moon.

There you go ----- Now does anyone have the bloody chords!!

Cheers

bugsy

Cheers