We'll Go Once More A-Roving

(Thank you to Lord Byron)

Soon we'll go once more a roving
Staying out all the night,
Getting economy moving,
And hopes again burning bright.

For COVID outwore its dread,
And vaccine raised up its shield,
And though we must mourn our dead,
Now we can go afield.

Through this pandemic we strove,
But threat may return again,
Yet we'll go once more out to rove --
May loss not be in vain.