Your love to me means a priceless treasure,
So treasurable than a whole mine of gold.
Your graceful smile gives me such a wonderful pleasure,
More than all the riches the world does hold. ...
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.