Camp Songs

 Alma Mater

 

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Alma Mater

Far from the hills that call me tonight.
Bound by the rills of moonbeams golden bright.
In memories, fond memories,
Dreaming of delight..
 
When the moon shines down on the lake,
And the tents are still,
Only silver stars are awake,
 All’s quiet on the hill.
 
The green hills are calling,
My senses, enthralling.
Then I sigh for memories’ sake
And dream of old Brant Lake.