Has been a long journey through your eyes
Or just a face of same man looking into the mirror
I tried to proclaim my love for you
But my sady turned to salem,
...
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.