Taps

Day is done; gone the sun

From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky.

All is well; safely rest.

God is nigh.

Each campfire lights anew;

The flames of friendships true.

The joys we had in knowing you,

Will last our whole life through.

And as the embers die away,

We wish that we might ever stay

But since we can not have our way,

We’ll come again some other day.