Campfire

As twilight falls
Comes a hoot in the hills
Across the green
As daylight faces
Leaving the glade
Lost in a dream.

Give me no silver or gold
Just trade me your time
Tell me the stories you told
I’ll tell you mine.

When I was young
Always on the run
Never tipped my hand
Now with thirty gone
The years hurry on
Catch ‘em while you can.

Give me no silver or gold
Just trade me your time
Tell me the stories you told
I’ll tell you mine.

And the winds of age
turn another page
Moving with the sky
The night comes in
Like a comfortable friend
Senses come alive.

Give me no silver or gold
Just trade me your time
Tell me the stories you told
I’ll tell you mine.

©April 1986 Base Camp Music