When light defies inexorable night
And dusk is held at bay
I'll cheer the rebel's futile fight
That comes at end of day

When blood yet streams through stubborn hearts
And beats its raddled drum
I'll sing the song till it departs
Upon the final strum

When water meets a grateful shore
And every thirst it saves
I'll drink a cup forevermore
Of all the blessed waves

When slumber coldly shoulders in
And vows to not redeem
I'll kiss the day without chagrin
To sleep, perchance to dream