Music of the Wind

Thanks to Megan Burns, who sent me this song. This is another song from Camp Arrowhead.

Our songs they linger round the campfire
As sleeping bags are filled
And our last strummed chord falls and no one hears
But the raven in his nest


Though we go home our hearts stay here
Singing and dancing along
To the quiet music of wind in the trees
And the rustling of the leaves
As silence falls over our camp
Everyone dreams of the times we’ve had here
Of climbing and swimming and hiking around
All the things we will hold dear

When the day breaks in the morn
Our bodies leave but our hearts they do not
Tears are shed though we know we’ll return
Back to Arrowhead