One too many mornings

Will you laugh, laugh in the morning

Laugh til the lady bird sighs

And cry, cry for the mourning

Is yet to be gone from her eyes

And love is terrible speed

When it impels our desire and need

To be gone with all fashion

Decorum just leaves passion

And Men are compelled by their greed

So lets chew, chew in the morning

Chew on the terrible cud

That we all must be gone by the morning

For love to be buried in the mud

And the lies that bond us are many

The chains that shackle are few

But they are won by the toss of a penny

And lost like a shipwrecked crew

We will dance, dance in the morning

Dance til our feet soles are worn

Dance in the seas in the morning

Dance for the oaths that were sworn

And the coast will rise up to meet us

And the boats will be rocked on the shore

And the harbour where our souls greet us

Will be purged with the waves that are shorn

Now chime, chime without reason

Chime though the lovers be dead

And speak, speak forth your treason

For it all will be yours and her head

The time came without warning

Its arrows like thunderbolts sped

O the crisp true light of the morning

Where the swallows children are fed

As the holy blood comes in the dawning

And the thorns run rivers of red