[00:00.90]By:Dylan Thoma
[00:04.90]Artist:John Cale
[00:13.87]Do not go gentle into that good night
[00:18.07]Old age should burn and rave at close of day
[00:28.04]Rage, rage against the dying of the light
[00:54.71]Though wise men at their end know dark is right
[01:01.36]Because their words had forked no lightningthey
[01:05.26]Do not go gentle into that good night
[01:14.87]Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
[01:19.58]Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay
[01:24.76]Rage, rage against the dying of the light
[01:38.44]Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight
[01:45.25]And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way
[01:51.92]Do not go gentle into that good night
[01:58.62]Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
[02:05.87]Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
[02:11.81]Rage, rage against the dying of the light
[02:26.29]And you, my father, there on the sad height
[02:32.70]Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray
[02:39.41]Do not go gentle into that good night
[02:52.26]Rage, rage against the dying of the light