Taps
Day is done,
gone the sun,
from the lakes
from the hills
from the sky,
all is well,
safely, rest,
God is nigh.
As I hear the faint trumpet strains through my window, I suddenly feel at ease, and everything I just wrote seems a little bit less important.
Goodnight, friends.
gone the sun,
from the lakes
from the hills
from the sky,
all is well,
safely, rest,
God is nigh.
As I hear the faint trumpet strains through my window, I suddenly feel at ease, and everything I just wrote seems a little bit less important.
Goodnight, friends.