Original Tune Unknown
When Taps has been blown to say the summer is through
We’ll all treasure memories that were made here with you
The joys we have tasted and the friends we have made
Will live with us forever
The trees whisper softly in the sweet evening air
The starlit filled heavens are a picture so rare
And there on the mountain there’s a place heaven blessed
Tagola of wondrous beauty
Each night at evening time, we sail along the moonlit skies
Across the shimmering lake
When each flickering candlelight has finally died
The spark from her flame will be remembered by and by
And though there’s no candle we will have her remains
We’ll always have our memories.