The Camping Song

I'm walkin' down through the sun burned day

Clouds in my head are all blown away

Stoppin' for a drink down by the old mill

And I'm goin' campin' on top of that hill

I got up at a-quarter to six

Looked at that old ax I still had to fix

Grabbed some coffee to warm the mornin' chill

And headed out walkin' to the top of that hill

The oak tree and the birch hear me singin' this song

And somethin' makes me think all the trees sing along

I hear birds and animals and they give me a thrill

I'd swear we're all singin' on top of that hill

Sunset time surrounds strummin' singin' songs flow

I hear down in the valley a train whistle blow

And only you and I know how peaceful it feels

When you're campin' on top of that hill

Yes I'm walkin' down through the sun burned day

Clouds in my head are all blown away

Stoppin' for a drink down by the old mill

And I'm goin' campin' on top of that hill

Won't you come campin' on top of that hill?