Peace I ask of thee, oh river
Peace, peace, peace
When I learn to live serenely
Cares will cease
From the hills I gather courage
Visions of the days to be
Strength to lead and faith to follow
All are given unto me.
(repeat first verse.)
BED IS TOO SMALL
Sung in a very soft minor key...
Bed is too small for my tiredness.
Give me a hill topped with trees!
Tuck a cloud up under my chin.
Lord, blow the moon out - please.
Rock me to sleep in a cradle of dreams,
Sing me a lullaby of leaves.
Tuck a cloud up under my chin.
Lord, blow the moon out - please.
TALL TIMBERS CALLING
Tall timber calling and the echoes ring
All nature sings a song along the timber trail
Blue shadows falling, in the canyon pale
And the whispering pines entwine along the timber trail
While high above, the love song of the trees
Will wend, and bend, its way out on the breeze
Tall timbers calling as the echoes ring
All nature sings a song along the timber trail.
EACH CAMPFIRE LIGHTS ANEW
Each campfire lights anew.
The flame of friendship true.
The joy we’ve had in knowing you,
Will last our whole life through.
And as the embers fade away,
We wish that we might ever stay.
But since we cannot have our way,
We’ll come again some other day.
I WANT TO LINGER
Mmm‐‐ I want to linger
Mmm‐‐ a little longer
Mmm‐‐ a little longer here with you
Mmm‐‐ it’s such a perfect night
Mmm— it doesn’t seem quite right
Mmm‐‐ that it should be my last with you
Mmm‐‐ and come September
Mmm‐‐ and I will remember
Mmm‐‐ the camping days I spent with you
Mmm‐‐ and as the years go by
Mmm‐‐ I’ll think of you and sigh
Mmm‐‐ this is goodnight and not goodbye
Mmm‐‐ I want to linger
Mmm‐‐ a little longer
Mmm‐‐ a little longer here with you.
RISE UP, O FLAME (round)
Rise up O Flame
By thy light glowing
Show to us beauty. vision, and joy.
KUM-BA-YA
Kum-ba-ya my Lord, Kum-ba-ya.
Kum-ba-ya my Lord, Kum-ba-ya
Kum-ba-ya my Lord, Kum-ba-ya
Oh Lord, Kum-ba-ya.
Someone's crying Lord...
Someone’s hoping Lord...
Someone's singing Lord...
Someone's praying Lord...
ALL NIGHT, ALL DAY
(Trad. Black Spiritual)
CHORUS
All night, all day, Angels watching over me, my Lord
All night, all day
Angels watching over me.
Day is dying in the west,
Angels watching over me, my Lord.
Sleep, my child, and take your rest,
Angels watching over me.
CHORUS
Now I lay me down to sleep,
Angels watching over me, my Lord
Pray the Lord my soul to keep,
Angels watching over me.
CHORUS
If I die before I wake,
Angels watching over me, my Lord
Pray the Lord my soul to take
Angels watching over me
CHORUS
THE ASH GROVE (Trad. English folk song )
(This had a nice easy harmony, and I loved the song. But we only sang the first few verses at Zoar Valley... years later, I discovered that there were more verses!)
Down yonder, green valley,
Where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading I pensively roam.
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lovely ash grove.
Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing
Each warble enchants with his notes from the trees.
Oh! Then little think I of sorrows or sadness
The ash grove, the ash grove, spells beauty for me.
(Traditional verses)
Twas there while the blackbird was cheerfully singing,
I first met that dear one, the joy of my heart,
Around us for gladness, the bluebells were ringing.
Ah! Then little thought I, how soon we would part
Still glows the bright sunshine over valley and mountain.
Still warbles the blackbird, its notes from the tree.
Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain,
But what are the beauties of nature to me?
With sorrow, deep sorrow, my heart is laden.
All day I go mourning in search of my love.
Ye echoes! Oh, tell me where is my sweet loved one.
He sleeps ‘neath the green turf down by the Ash grove)
Been Riding
Been ridin' since daylight, through shadow and sunlight,
But now in the twilight ,we're travelin' slow.
The comin' stars guidin', we'll keep on a-ridin'
Down the trail where the sun hangs low.
Joggin' along to nowhere,
Joggin' along all day,
Joggin' along to nowhere,
We sure do know the way.
There's no cabin waitin', and nobody's watchin',
And no one to welcome us homeward, and so
We'll keep on together,
Whatever the weather,
Down the trail where the sun hangs low.
Joggin' along to nowhere, (etc.)
Some day we'll quit ridin', the big Boss providin',
And then we'll be leavin' these trails that we know.
The sun will be settin', and we'll be forgettin'
Down the trail where the sun hangs low.
Joggin' along to nowhere, (etc.)
WITCHCRAFT
If there were witchcraft,
I'd make two wishes
A winding road that beckons me to roam.
And then I'd wish for a blazing campfire
To welcome me when I'm returning home.
But in this real world, there is no witchcraft
And golden wishes never grow on trees.
Our fondest daydreams must be the magic
To bring us back happy memories
Mem'ries that linger, constant and true
Mem'ries we cherish, Zoar Valley Camp, of you.
