[ Featuring John McIntire ]
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
Do not go gentle into that good night
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
Rage against the dying of the light
Though wise men at their end know dark is right
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night
And burn
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
And burn
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
And burn
Rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way
Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage against the dying of the light
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage against the dying of the light
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
And burn
And rave
