Go. While the day-star shineth,
Go. While the heart is light,
Go, ere thy strength declineth,
While every sense is bright.
Let us probe the silent places
Let us see what luck betide us.
Let us journey to a lonely land I know
There’s a whisper on the night wind,
And the wild is calling calling …. Let us go.
Compiled by Eileen Hewson FRGS from an old Moravian hymn and ‘The Call of the Wild’, by Robert Service