Goin' off to the camp now, Joe
Goin' out on your own
Quiet long month of time now, though
But soon you'll come back home
June, July go flying by
And it's hard to wake in the morning
Sun in sky is getting high
And it's dark to blue in a warning
Dew drops on corn twinkling husk
And the birds break out in a chorus
Greens go low in glowing dusk
And it's August now so soon for us
Long, long summer to change on
And to spend far, far away from home
Post-day's work you'll feel a yawn
And it's time to hear you on the phone
Walk with God when you're so low
And it's up this mountain, on belay
More and more the Lord to know
And to follow his path on your way
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