Campfire Songs
Run by the Retired Scouter.

Retired Scouter Campfire Songs 


Senior Citizen Song


'Tis true we are no longer youthful
A fact we've no need to conceal
But if the old adage be truthful
We're only as old as we feel
Three score years and more
But counting our blessings instead of years
Three score years and more
Our blessings outnumber the years
As lovely as flowers in December
Are memories that memory brings
The happiest days we remember
The sad ones grow less with the years
We'll never grow rich on our pensions
We'll just try to make it suffice
Our wealth is in friendships but sometimes
A little more cash would be nice
Some think the best days are behind us
And all the good times in the past
But then we would like to remind them
That often the best wine comes last