This is a brand new version of "The Camp Song" (featuring a choir at the end made up of campers and counsellors from various camps) This is offered as a FREE DOWNLOAD.
If you wish, you can also 'pay-what-you-can' to help defer the costs of the recording ($2500.00). I am a huge believer in the power of camping and would like to support it in any way I can. Once the recording costs are met, all money will be donated to the "Bill Bowker Fund". This fund helps bring camping professionals to International Camping events, who would otherwise not be able to attend.
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** As an added thank you, If you make a donation of $25 or more, you will receive a FREE copy of my new album 'First of the Last to Know'**
Warmest thanks, Peter Katz
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LYRICS
How can I explain
What I take away
When the autumn falls
And we go our separate ways
What is it exactly
How can I describe
All that I discovered
By that fireside
Some things aren’t defined
Some things they’re just right
‘Cause it’s more than the green of trees
It’s more than the summer breeze
The smell of rocks and water
Washing over me
It’s more than the orange fire
It’s more than the fishing wire
It’s more than the cabin walls
Or that morning bugle call
It’s something you can’t touch
But you can hold so dear
Lying in that field
Sleeping with the sky
Something bound between us
Without us knowing why
From that moment on
Nothing could undo
The feeling of belonging
That would always be true
Some things don’t need words
Some things they just work
‘Cause it’s more than the green of trees
It’s more than the summer breeze
The smell of rocks and water
Washing over me
It’s more than the orange fire
It’s more than the fishing wire
It’s more than the cabin walls
Or that morning bugle call
It’s something you can’t touch
But you can hold so dear
And maybe it’s not much
But it’s I'll be back next year
(Oh it won't be long
'til the summer comes)
