Full moon rising on an early frost
I'm dripping from the rivers I never meant to cross
But I like the things I'm learning more than anything I've lost
And oh I have lost
Oh I have lost
But not for nothing
Never for nothing
Like a sparrow in Paris perched on a rung
To the alleys of London and her underground lungs
For copper and bread and a beggars good thumb
Oh I have sung
Oh I have sung
But not for nothing
Never for nothing
Roots and rings are a promise of trees
But I'll hold you as dear as the shore holds the sea
And for you, pretty baby, my loving is free
My loving is free
My loving is free
But not for nothing
Never for nothing
