O Doctor! My Doctor! Our trip is never done;
The TARDIS has suffered under many a planet's sun.
Your friends are here, your end is near; we gather all around.
The energy pours from you, as you lay there on the ground.
But O hearts, your hearts!
O the light strong as a sun!
Where on the floor my Doctor lies,
Regeneration has begun.
O Doctor! My Doctor! Be once more our aid
Renew- for you we all shall fight- while you become remade.
For you humanity doth give a joyful cry!
For you we love and live and die.
Here Doctor! Dear friend!
The Ood have begun to sing.
It is some dream we all must face.
Regenerate like life in spring.
My Doctor does not answer; his face is white as chalk.
My friend does not take my hand, nor even stir at all
The TARDIS is anchored, safe and sound, for we shall not move either.
'Till my Doctor does not lie there
Sing, O Ood and keep my stead
But I'm sit till the regeneration's end,
Place a kiss upon my Doctor's head,
Wait till I have regained my friend.