Lyrics

Do Not Go Gentle


Wild men
Who caught and sang the sun in flight
And learn, too late
They grieved it on its way
Wise men at their end know
Dark is right
Because their words
Had forked no lightning
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage
Rage against the dying of the light, the dying of the light

Good men,
The last wave by, crying how bright
Grave men near death
Who see with blinding sight
And you, my father
There on the sad height
Curse, bless me now
With your fierce tears I pray
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage
Rage against the dying of the light, the dying of the light

Old age should burn and rave at the close of day
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears I pray