With the Scent Of Woodsmoke Song

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With the scent of woodsmoke drifting on the air
And the glow of firelight we always love to share
Visions of camp-fires all return
And as the logs flame up and burn
We dream of bygone campfires and long for those to come.

Tongues of yellow fire flickering up on high
Reaching twisting fingers up to a starlit sky
Voices recall songs old and new
Songs once dear to our fathers too
Who dreamed of bygone campfires and longed for those to come.

Gently dying embers cast a rosy glow
Voices slowly sinking to tones so soft and low
Slowly upon the still night air
Fall faithful voices hushed in prayer
That dream of bygone campfires and long for those to come.