Through the valley of death they all rode Cannons thund'ring, their fate did forebode Storm'd by shot and by shell They rode boldly and well But when they asked why, no-one knowed.
Don't go gentle into that night Rage, rage, 'gainst the dying of light Father, don't slip away Curse and bless me, I pray 'Cause tomorrow you might feel alright
I made a new world in six days Planted men, but they went their own ways I sent them damnation Then offered salvation If only they'll sing in my praise.