Too Many Virtues

Sometimes the moon and stars can catch you by surprise There's just too many virtues in the night The bitter chill blows through this board and batten pine There's just too many virtues in the night

There's just too many virtues in this lonesome sorry heart All loaded with pride Then the old crow wanted in from the cold morning light

The glowing embers on the hearth are just a memory Dead soldiers strewn about the floor And all the good that came from faith, hope, and charity I can't remember anymore

There's just too many virtues in this lonesome sorry heart All loaded with pride Then the old crow wanted in from the cold morning light

There's just too many virtues in this lonesome sorry heart All loaded with pride Then the old crow wanted in from the cold morning light Then the old crow wanted in from the cold morning light