Make haste In the morning, will I Make haste? In the morning, will I
There's my youth at the bottom of the sea Tell me, truly, is this how it was to be? Stop that, nobody's out to blame Poor me, buried in all the shame In the end
Make haste In the morning, will I Make haste? In the morning, will I
A place uncouth, harrowing enemies Shield the truth of how it is to be Combat all the naysaying game Believe goodness invokes its wane In thе end
I'm backing out of everything Your need far outwеighs all my gain In the end I've had it now for all these days Court me till there is no more fame In the end
Make haste In the morning, will I Make haste? In the morning, will I