Oh my oh my, when I close my eyes.
Everything turns blank, darkness exposes from inside.
I feel dizzy, stumbling and shaky.
Yet I'm still standing, but it's aching.
...
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.