And up to Heaven’s doorway floats,
From the woods called Rouge-Bouquet,
A delicate sound of bugle notes
That softly say:
Farewell—
Farewell—
(Taps sounding in distance.)
L’ENVOI
Comrades true,
Born anew,
And up to Heaven’s doorway floats,
From the woods called Rouge-Bouquet,
A delicate sound of bugle notes
That softly say:
Farewell—
Farewell—
(Taps sounding in distance.)
Comrades true,
Born anew,