Day is done, gone the sun
From the lakes, 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 near
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.
— Horace Lorenzo Trim, Taps
Suz
/ May 30, 2016I know the tune very well, just never realized there were words. Sounds silly, I guess. The sound of a bugle playing this tune always brings a lump to my throat and tears. That is a very lovely poem.
daddybear71
/ May 30, 2016There are several versions. This one seems to say it best, at least for me.
Old NFO
/ May 31, 2016Chills down the back… sigh