Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Sailing away

Now the morning sun is rising
And it’s time to sail away.
Though this dock has been most pleasant
We’re calling it a day.
We’ve loved our time here,
Had such fun;
We've danced and played and sung
But as the leaves begin to turn
it's time for moving on.

We’ll raise the jib and ply the oars,
Whatever it will take
To carry us to other shores
Where soon we’ll sleep and wake
Much closer to our families
But far from summer friends .
We’ll hold each other in our hearts
And plan to meet again.

(To be sung to the tune of the Finnish folk song, “The Golden Day is Dying,” which the camp sings every night as they lower the flags before dinner.)

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

Spectacular sunrise!