so early in the morning

no one expects to see just where roads end
a setting moon looms brightly for us now
on so much effort do our hearts depend

on these dry hills no one will sell or lend
the honest word or let the truth endow
no one expects to see just where roads end

the pine tree died because you could not send
a single sentence to redeem your vow
on so much effort do our hearts depend

and so we pine and wait for lights to blend
and shadow's weight to rise from this last brow
no one expects to see just where roads end

if we go east we will not note the trend
but others will take up the hoe and plough
on so much effort do our hearts depend

these are the honours that we must defend
between this overture and the last bow
no one expects to see just where roads end
on so much effort do our hearts depend