Over The Moors

Reasons to fight, reasons to go,
They all dim in the morning
Stay if you like, go if you should
My eyes bleed in the dawning
Poets and knights, singers and gods
Were never meant for loving
There dies my heart, there lies my soul
My life, when youíre calling

Oh what we have seen, noone will know
Where we have been, no soul will go

Slumbering vine, whurthering gold,
It was all there for the taking
Summer at first, winter and fall,
They danced and whirled in our evenings
Poets and knights, singers and gods
Were never meant for living
Here, here I stand, look, here I fall
At your feet, here am I begging

Oh what we have seen, noone will know
Where we have been, no soul will go
No soul will goÖ.

Dry your green eyes, our day will come
Just give me some time, and Iíll be walking
Past the dark woods, over the moors
Till I reach your home in the morning