The embers of the campfire are now slowly dying
The birds in the treetops have gone to their nest,
The stars twinkling o'er us, are now shining for us,
O God of Nature, grant us now the perfect rest.
The embers of the campfire are now slowly dying
The birds in the treetops have gone to their nest,
The stars twinkling o'er us, are now shining for us,
O God of Nature, grant us now the perfect rest.