Permit me into the vicarage tonight
For there is no pedestals to lay hold on
Tonight is the night the children envisioned
Been waiting for their blooms to arrive
...
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.
