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
And long’s the road and far’s the mile
Before I rest my soul again
With girls that weep and girls that smile
And all the words and ways of men
but there for those,who cannot bide
But wander to the journey’s end
Nor take a girl to be his bride
Nor take a man to his a friend
And when I’m done with wandering
I’ll sit myself by road and weep
For all the songs I did not sing
And promises I did not keep