As childhood died the old year Made The Soldier reappear. The ash embowered night and day As at the gate she prayed; Wyman, am I worthy? Speak your wordle to me, ♪ And drisk shrouded in its cloak Holway, river, brook and oak. All souls under Orlam's reign Made passage for the born again. ♪ So look behind and look before At life a-knocking at death's door And teake towards your dark haired Lord Forever bleeding with The Word. So look before and look behind At life and death all innertwined And teake towards your dark haired Lord Forever bleeding with The Word.