Campfire Songs
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Retired Scouter Campfire Songs 


Ash Grove


The Ash Grove, how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking,
The wind thro' it playing has language for me;
When over its branches the sunlight is breaking
A host of kind faces is gazing on me,
The friends of my childhood again are before me,
Fond memories awaken as freely I roam,
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o'er me,
The Ash Grove, The Ash Grove that sheltered my home.
My laughter is over, my step loses lightness,
Old countryside measures steel soft on my ear;
I only remember the past and its brightness
The dear ones I mourn for again gather here.
From out of the shadows their loving looks greet me,
And wistfully searching the leafy green dome,
I find other faces fond bending to greet me;
The Ash Grove, the Ash Grove alone is my home!