One moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride our track And we run home again In morning-hush, each rock and bush Stands hard, and high, and raw: Then give the Call: "Good rest to all That keep the Jungle Law!"
The dew is dried that drenched our hide Or washed about our way; And where we drank, the puddled bank Is crisping into clay The traitor Dark gives up each mark Of stretched or hooded claw: Then hear the Call: "Good rest to all That keep the Jungle Law!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.