Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage at the dying of the light
(Rage at 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

(Good men, the last wave by)
(Crying, how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a Green Bay)
Rage at the dying of the light
Good men, the last wave by
Crying, how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a Green Bay
Rage at 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
Do bot go gentle into that good night

Grave men near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
Rage and rage against the dying
Rage against
Rage against the dying
Of the light

And you, my father, there on the sad height
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray
But do not go gentle
Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night

Rage
Rage, rage against light
Rage (rage), rage (light)
Rage (rage), rage (light)
Rage (rage)
(Light)



Credits
Writer(s): John Davies Cale, Dylan Marlais Thomas
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