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 of a 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