I look forward to days,
That I'm free to shed my cheerful facade,
Free to wallow in self pity and gloom,
Days that the darkness that has been shut in my dark cupboards are free to roam,
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.