Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night (Live) - Live Music Hall, Köln 1992

Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage against the dying of the light
Rage against 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, rage against the dying of the light
Rage against 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 not go gentle into that good night

Grave men, near death, who see with the blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
Rage, rage against the dying
Rage against the dying
Rage, 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

Do not go gentle, do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying
Rage against the dying of the light
Rage, rage against the dying of the light