When in the glow of a fire burning low
There are moments I recall
Back to my mind come the days far behind
And the time that hold me over all
Then the years fade away and again I can stray
To paths of a brighter hue
Where boy's voices ring, where Youth is King
And the skies again are blue.

In my dreams I'm going back to Gilwell
To the joys and the happiness I found
On those grand weekends
With my dear old friends
And see the Training Ground
Oh, the grass is greener back in Gilwell
And I breathe again that Scouting air
And in memory, I see B.P.
Whoever will be far from there