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THE STORY
During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moan of a soldier who lay
mortally wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or
Confederate soldier, the captain decided to risk his life and bring the
stricken man back for medical attention.
Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the captain reached the
stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment. When the
captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a
Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.
The captain lit a lantern. Suddenly, he caught his breath and went numb
with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his son.
The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out.
Without telling his father, he enlisted in the Confederate Army. The
following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his
superiors to give his son a full military burial despite his enemy status. His
request was partially granted. The captain had asked if he could have a group
of Army band members play a funeral dirge for the son at the funeral.
That request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate. Out of
respect for the father, they did say they could give him one musician. The
captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical
notes
he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of his dead son's uniform.
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This music was the haunting melody we now know as "Taps" that is used at all military funerals. |
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THE LYRICS |
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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 nigh, Falls the night.
Go to sleep, peaceful sleep,
May the soldier or sailor, our God keep.
On the land or the deep,
Safe in sleep.
Love, good night, Must thou go,
When the day, And the night
Need thee so?
All is well. Speedeth all
To their rest.
Fades the light; And afar
Goeth day, And the stars
Shineth bright,
Fare thee well; Day has gone,
Night is on.
Thanks and praise, For our days,
Neath the sun, Neath the stars,
Neath the sky, As we go,
This we know, God is nigh.
