Round the campfire.
The flames they reached up to the stars
On a soft, black, velvet night.
Where a group of friends are gathered round
This shadowed phantom light.
They each felt music start to flow
In the mystic magic of fires glow.
A gentle tune became alive
As the blues harp moaned and trilled
A lad gives out his soul in song
His heart with joy, brim filled
As the essence of the evening breeze
Brings spirit back to life
A man, he strums an old guitar
And everything feels right.
A dozen voices start to sing
A tender melody.
I take a sip on a can of beer
And lord, my soul feels free.
All burdens lifted from my shoulders
I lose myself in song
“Oh we shall not be moved” I sing
And the song goes on and on.
Then it’s everyone together
There are no strangers here.
For music bonds our souls together
And takes away our fears.
And me I sing like a man possessed.
As that fire does my soul caress.
April 26 2004.