I was dreaming
of the campfire 
Burning clear and bright. 
Glistening stars were high above me 
'Twas on a summer's night. 
I was dreaming that my comrades 
All were camping with me too 
Then I woke and looked around me <
And, say, that dream was true. 

Scouting we go,
scouting
we go
Sunlit trails, 
And land where waters flow
By our campfire's 
Friendly, flaming glow 
Scouting we go 
Scouting we go