One moment pa**ed, our bodies cast
And we shadow on the plain
Now clear and black, they stride our trail
And we run home again
In morning hush, she [?]
Stands on iron rock
Then giver called, good rest to all
That keep the jungle low
The dew is dry, that drenched our eyes
[?]
And where we drank, the puddle may
Is [?] into [?]
The [?]
There in the calm, good rest to all
That keep the jungle low