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, look before Life knocking at death's door And teake to your dark-haired Lord Forever bleeding with The Word So look before, look behind Life and death all intertwined And teake to your dark-haired Lord Forever bleeding with The Word