The Old Measure Songtext
von Daniel Martin Moore

As a sigh comes finally
At the end of a regret
Some things are just impossible to forget
My affections and reflections
Many irons and a lasting burn
And each extracts its due in its own turn
Our small measure, the old measure
Our muscle, our mettle, our nerve
May temper but can′t change what we deserve
I have read by my own dim light
Of these matters at hand I recount to you what truths I can
Our small measure, the old measure
Our muscle, our mettle, our nerve
May temper but can't change what we deserve
I have read by my own dim light
Of these matters at hand
I recount to you what truths I can
Our small measure, the old measure
Our muscle, our mettle, our nerve
May temper but can′t change what we deserve