I do not count those wily sheep.
I think about the day that's passed
and all the skills I have amassed.
I do not think I hear a sound
except for footsteps on the ground.
I listen closer and I hear
a thoughtful sound that brings a tear.
At eleven every night
they play those Taps with all their might.
"Fading light dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From afar drawing nigh -- Falls the night.
"Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.
"Then good night, peaceful night,
Till the light of the dawn shineth bright,
God is near, do not fear -- Friend, good night."
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