By the camp fire / words by Mabel Elizabeth Girling music by Percy Wenrich
Wenrich, Percy, 1887-1952. “By the camp fire / words by Mabel Elizabeth Girling music by Percy Wenrich.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 16 June 2020, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/32692. Accessed 30 Nov. 2021.
|Title||By the camp fire / words by Mabel Elizabeth Girling music by Percy Wenrich|
|Subject||Country life -- Songs and music|
|Description||For voice and piano|
|Cover illustrated by Rose Starmer|
|Inside back cover: Excerpts of "Sing me love's melody", "My pavo real girl", "The radiance in your eyes", and "Give me all of you" on copy 1|
|Back cover: Excerpts of "By the campfire" and "When you look in the heart of a rose" on copy 1 excerpt of "When you look in the heart of a rose" on copy 2 advertisement for "Melody Ballads" with four musical examples on copy 3|
|Creator||Wenrich, Percy, 1887-1952|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||New York : Leo. Feist Inc.|
|Contributor||Girling, Mabel Elizabeth. Lyricist.|
|4136 Leo. Feist Inc|
|Alternative Title||First line of text: Where the waters kiss the silent shore, there's a little spot that I adore;First line of refrain: Come where the campfire is gleaming, come where the fireflies are beaming;By the campfire|
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.
|Original Format||1 score (4 pages) 31 cm|