Campfire Songs
Run by the Retired Scouter.

Retired Scouter Campfire Songs 


Joe Hill


My will is easy to decide,
For I have nothing to devide
My kin won't have to weep and moan,
Moss does not cling to a rolling stone.
My body, Oh if I should choose,
Would turn to ashes and reduce,
And let the gentle breezes blow,
To where perhaps a flower grow
And perhaps a faded flower then
Would spring to life and bloom again
This is my last and final will,
Good Luck to all of you, Joe Hill