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

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ANDREAS SCHNERMANN, GEORGE NOEL GORDON LORD BYRON