Camp Song

THE VOICES OF THE GLEN

by Frank F. Gray

1
All day long I hear the voices calling
From the dear old Glen;
Ev’ry day renews the growing longing
To be there again.
There the cabin and canoe are waiting
By the tree clad shore,
While the voices of the Glen are calling
To return once more.

Chorus
Voices appealing call from the Glen,
Like the echoes of yesterday waking again;
Voices of wild things, of streamlet, and tree;
Soul of the wilderness calling to me.

2
Long the weeks of weary looking forward
To those hours of joy;
Slow the steps through weeks of work and study
To the longing boy.
Yet the time is no less surely nearing
When we hear again
All those well-known voices with their welcome
Echo thro’ the Glen.

Chorus
Voices appealing call from the Glen,
Like the echoes of yesterday waking again;
Voices of wild things, of streamlet, and tree;
Soul of the wilderness calling to me.

3
Far away in other climes and countries,
Still those echoes call;
Nature’s notes with dear old voices mingling,
How I love them all!
How my heart is ever longing, yearning
To be back once more.
In the sunshine, or in campfire glamour,
By the cool, green shore.

Chorus
Voices appealing call from the Glen,
Like the echoes of yesterday waking again;
Call of the woods, of old comrades, and thee,
Soul of the Scout, ever waking in me.