The flicker of the campfire, The wind in the pine,
The moon in the heavens, The stars that shine,
A place where people gather to make friends of all kinds,
A place where mens troubles are always left behind.
So, give me the light of the campfire so warm and bright,
And give me some friends to sing with, I'll be here all night.
Love is for those who find it, I've found mine right here,
Just you and me and the campfire, And the songs we love to hear.