Give me no hope to lose
Nor joys to turn to grief
No liberty to choose
A course bound for the reef.
I want no high ideal
No earnest fantasy
No vision, call, or zeal.
No plan, no destiny.
Give me no hope to lose
Nor joys to turn to grief
No liberty to choose
A course bound for the reef.
I want no high ideal
No earnest fantasy
No vision, call, or zeal.
No plan, no destiny.