[00:00.00] 作曲 : David N. Childs
[00:00.20]Do not go gentle into that good night
[00:08.74]Old age should burn and rave at close of day
[00:16.52]Rage, rage against the dying of the light
[00:24.25]Rage, rage against the dying, dying, dying of the light
[00:44.58]Though wise men at their end know dark is right
[00:52.44]Because their words had forked no lightning they
[01:00.46]Do not go gentle
[01:04.16]Do not go gentle, gentle
[01:14.63]Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
[01:21.71]Their frail deeds might have danced, danced in a green bay
[01:30.85](Rage, rage, rage, rage)
[01:34.96]Rage against the dying
[01:43.08]Dying of the light
[01:54.68]Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight
[02:07.45]And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way
[02:18.95]Do not go gentle
[02:25.21]Do not go gentle
[02:31.41]Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
[02:43.02]Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
[02:54.46]Rage, rage against the dying of the light
[03:02.27]Rage, rage against the dying of the light
[03:14.54]And you, my father, there on the sad height
[03:31.10]Curse, bless me now
[03:35.36]Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray
[03:48.35]Do not go gentle into that good night
[04:02.69]Into that good night
[04:15.93]Rage against the dying light
[04:23.57]Rage against the dying, dying, dying
[04:48.35]Dying of the light

作曲 : David N. Childs
Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Rage, rage against the dying, dying, 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
Do not go gentle, gentle
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced, danced in a green bay
(Rage, rage, rage, rage)
Rage against the dying
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
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
And you, my father, there on the sad height
Curse, bless me now
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray
Do not go gentle into that good night
Into that good night
Rage against the dying light
Rage against the dying, dying, dying
Dying of the light