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Footsteps on Distant Trails

(Tune: "Santa Lucia")

Footsteps on distant trail 
Campward are wandering 
Birch fire and bubbling stew 
Rich odors sending 
Here is your heart's desire 
Best when your feet shall tire, 
Open air and pale and food and fire 
Joy never ending

Campfires are buring low 
No longer leaping 
Guides sing their evening song 
Shadows come creeping 
Sun sinks below the west 
Goodnight, and may you rest 
Blankets warm and by soft sounds caressed 
Guides all are sleeping.