When I am sad and weary, when I think all hope has gone, when I walk alone to the border of... I think of you with nothing on.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say again,
What did he say ?
But I was one-and-twenty,
So it was;
No use to talk to me.

So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late in 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 Brest,
And the heart must passes 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.