Let me go gentle into that good night,
Old age has pushed me to the end of my day,
Softly, softly, into that golden light.

Wise men, at their end, know that dark is right,
I know my words have forked no lightning in the sky
But let me go gentle into that good night.

Goodly I, the last wave by, seeing how bright
My past little deeds have danced in the green bay,
Softly, softly, into that golden light.

Wildly I caught and sang the sun in its glorious flight,
And learned to rejoice, not grieve it on its way,
Let me go gentle into that good night.

I lay, near death, yet see with blinding sight
Young eyes that blaze like meteors and be gay,
Softly, softly, into that golden light.

And now, I sit, there on this sad height,
Sing, bless me now with your sweet tears, I pray.
Let me go gentle into that good night.
Softly, softly, into that golden light.