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, As a star Gems the sky, Gleaming bright. From afar, Drawing nigh, Falls the night. Sun has set, Shadows come, Time has fled, Scouts must go To their beds Always true To the promise That they made. While the light Fades from sight, And the stars Gleaming rays Softly send, To thy hands We our souls, Lord, commend. Thanks and praise, For our days, ‘Neath the sun, ‘Neath the stars, ‘Neath the sky, As we go, This we know, God is nigh.
A great song to close a campfire with.