Campfire Songs
Run by the Retired Scouter.

Retired Scouter Campfire Songs 


It's Magic


You sigh, the song begins
You speak and I hear violins, It's magic
The stars desert the skies
And rush to nestle in your eyes, It's magic
Without a golden wand or mystic charms
Fantastic things begin
When I am in your arms
When we walk hand in hand
The world becomes a wonderland, It's magic
How else can I explain those rainbows
When there is no rain, It's magic
Why do I tell myself
These things that happen are all really true?
When in my heart I know,
The magic is my love for you