![]() ![]() The flicker of a campfire, the wind in the pines You can share your money with a beggar on the streetīut you can only share a dream when love has set it free You can share a laugh with any stranger you may meet To build on when you’re sad, or when you’re world’s been torn apartĪ dream is something all your own that no one else can stealĪ dream is something you can make come real May you not stop running not until your race is runĪ dream is something all your own to keep within your heart May all of your dreams bloom like daisies in the sun How many deaths will it take till he knows The answer my friend, is blowin’ in the wind, I’ve found you a thousand times, I guess you’ve done the sameĪs I see you here again, the thought runs through my mind There’s no clear cut beginnings, and so far no dead ends. There’s no straight lines that make up my life ![]() It seems like I’ve been here before, I can’t remember when ![]() Get the amazing Kindle now! All My Life’s a CircleĪll my life’s a circle, sunrise and sundownĪll my life’s a circle, but I can’t tell you why The American Song Treasury: 100 Favorites Here are just a few of my favorites camp songs. Some of my most enjoyable memories are from camping and the songs and friendships shared around a campfire. And a campfire just wouldn’t be a campfire without singing. Camp just wouldn’t be camp without an evening campfire. ![]()
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