By the camp fire / words by Mabel Elizabeth Girling music by Percy Wenrich

VERSE 01: Where the waters kiss the silent shore,/There’s a little spot that I adore,/When the evening shadows fall,/And the night winds call,/In a nook just underneath the trees,/Where old nature sends a gentle breeze,/I will build a campfire dear,/Just to cheer, while you’re near.
CHORUS: Come where the campfire is gleaming,/Come where the fireflies are beaming,/Down where the river is streaming by./There I’ll be waiting for you, waiting where the flames are glowing,/To tell you I adore you underneath the clear moonlight so bright;/Come where my banjo is ringing,/Where summer breezes are singing,/Down where the night owl is winging too;/I hear him calling you,/Yes, the owl is calling you,/Oh, my honey,/Come by the campfire,/Come by the campfire bright.
VERSE 02: I can see the moonlight on your hair,/Darting flames are flitting here and there,/Lighting up your beauty rare,/In the firelight’s glare;/That is where I long to be with you,/Long to hear you tell me you’ll be true,/There beneath the summer skies,/Magic lies, in your eyes.