Alone in the night
but your image is fresh in sight
Am not going to smile,why,this is only for awhile
The fresh tastes of your kisses all sweet as wine
...
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.