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)