Taps
Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills,
From the sky;
All is well, safely rest,
God is nigh.
Fading light dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky
Gleaming bright,
From afar, drawing nigh,
Falls the night.
Thanks and praise for our days
Neath the sun Neath the stars
Neath the sky.
As we go This we know
God is nigh.