Do Not Go Gentle Songtext
von David N. Childs

Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Rage, rage against the dying
Dying, 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, do not go gentle
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced
Danced in a green bay
Rage, rage, rage against the dying
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 not go gentle
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
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
And you, my father, there on the sad height
Curse, bless me now
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray
Do not go gentle into that good night
Into that good night
Rage against the dying light
Rage against the dying
Dying, dying, dying of the light