When the Moon is Full

chorus:
Thou art blood of my soul,
the whole world to me.
Though I go out to battle,
my heart’s here with thee.
The war banner’s flying,
they’ve called for the the swords.
For a time must I travel,
but mark thee my words.
As waves break on the shore,
my love for the endures.
I’ll return when the moon is full,
of this be thou sure.


verse 1:
Oh, dearest heart I’ve heard the news.
The clans have gone to war.
I cannot bear the pain again,
like when thee fought before.
Think thee of our darling son,
I know he loves thee so.
If thou should die in bloody war,
what father would he know?
If thou should battle with the clans,
my heart would surely die.
For thou would not return to me, and ever would I cry.


My truest love, I long to stay
forever here with thee.
But now the enemy has placed
our home in jeopardy.
Very soon the clans shall bring
a wond’rous victory.
Our numbers grow, our swords are strong,
as quickly thee shall see.
After this, my truest heart,
I’ll never leave again.
Our love will draw me to thy arms,
when soon the battle ends.


verse 2:
Each time the sun goes down,
this heart is filled with pain.
Each night I lie alone,
these tears fall like the rain.
My heart is filled with nothing,
plagued by horrid dreams.
To face the world without thee,
I stifle hollow screams.
See, the moon is rising,
I can fight the fear.
Soon our love shall conquer,
and I shall find thee here.


This horrid battle rages long,
and I’ve lost many friends.
Although this enemy is strong,
we’ll smash them in the end.
How I long to journey back,
that’s what I’m dreaming of.
So much more than victory,
to rest beside my love.
The full moon now has come and gone.
My love is still alone.
Soon the battle will be done.
I’ll be heading home.

verse 3:
Each step I take throughout the day,
is holding back a tear.
My heart is filled with hope,
my heart is filled with fear.
Three times the moon has come and gone,
but I am still alone.
Three times that I have waited,
fore thee to journey home.
My heart lies there beside thee
on some distant battle field.
Yet I’m watching the horizon,
in this I cannot yield.

With each step through this mud,
I dream of thee, my precious one.
No joy at all without thee,
no freedom to be won.
Blood in every swing I take,
filth in every pour.
Pain in every breath,
my legs can take no more.
Oh, my love, I’ve lost.
I could not beat the moon.
Just watch the horizon,
for thee shall see me soon.