The fire is out, the moon is down
The parting glass is dry and done
And I must go and leave this town
Before the rising of the sun.
For long is the road and far's the mile
Before I rest my soul again
With girls that weep and girls that smile
And all the ways and words of men.
For some there are, who will not bide
But wander to the journey's end
Won`t take a girl to be a bride
Take no man to be a friend.
For long is the road and far's the mile
Before I rest my soul again
With girls that weep and girls that smile
And all the ways and words of men.
And when I'm done with wandering
I'll sit beside the road and weep
For all the songs I did not sing
And promises I did not keep.