O Rolling Moss

The shames will still go

It will linger no more

But when it goes 

It flies into your neighbor 's door 

But only when you do

What is right

Shall it cling no more

At your tent

O I say it again 

"Only then

Shall it cling no more

At your tent"

Then learn to do that right thing.

Why do we still detest to do the right thing?

At your tent

I say

"O rolling moss"