The Camp Song 歌詞
The Camp Song - 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 I'll be back next year
I'll be back next year
Oh it won't be long
'Til the summer comes
I'll be back next year
Oh it won't be long
'Til the summer comes
Oh it won't be long
Oh it won't be long
'Til the summer comes
Small than the crane of tree
Oh it won't be long
Small than the summer breeze
'Til the summer comes
Oh it won't be long
Won't be long
'Til the summer comes
'Til the summer comes
Won't be long won't be long
'Til the summer comes