There is something about concealed love that makes it more wanted.
Whenever I see you,
I cannot even utter a word.
I try to build up my words to say you what I feel,
...
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.