The lyrics of Taps are printed inside:
Day is done, gone the sun,
From the hills, from the lake, 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.
