[Intro - 8 bars] [Irish Harp and low Irish flute feature [verse1] My youth's bright torch burnt fierce and fast, It could not burn for long, And memories of pleasures past, Become a wistful song. [pre-chorus] For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. [chorus] 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. 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. [Short instrumental – 8 bars, harp arpeggios or low whistle] [verse2] The wine that once would fuel the dance, Lies heavy in the glass, And eyes that sought each wild romance, Just watch the revels pass. [pre-chorus] Let youth go out a-questing, Where the silver night is spilled, And drink the wine with blessing, Till cups of youth are filled. [chorus] 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. 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. [instrumental break - 24 bars, Irish harp, fiddle, low irish flute] [verse3] The doors that opened to the night, Stand barred against the cold, The hearth still throws its ancient light, On limbs grown slow and old. [pre-chorus] For the rose will lose its hue, And the bloom its fleeting grace, Yet a dreams may still renew, What time cannot erase. [chorus] 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. 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. [Outro] [repeat the last two lines softly] Yet we’ll go no more a-roving… By the light of the moon… By the light of the moon.
