Once, upon all those beauties, I found melody
That sang and dance for me, across the pain
Fully convinced upon the stature and loved
And now these are days of love
...
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.