LYRICS

'The Camp Song'
by Peter Katz

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)