The Camp Song (feat. Peter Katz) - Peter Katz

how can i explain

what i take away

when the autumn falls and we go our separate ways

what is it exactly

how can i describe

all that i discovered

by that fireside

some things aren’t defined

some things they’re just right

cause it’s more than the green of trees

it’s more than the summer breeze

the smell of rocks and water washing over me

it’s more than the orange fire

it’s more than the fishing wire

it’s more than the cabin walls or that morning bugle call

it’s something you can’t touch

but you can hold so dear

laying in that field

sleeping with the sky

something bound between

without us knowing why

from that moment on

nothing could undo

the feeling of belonging

that would always be true

some things don’t need words

some things they just work

cause it’s more than the green of trees

it’s more than the summer breeze

the smell of rocks and water washing over me

it’s more than the orange fire

it’s more than the fishing wire

it’s more than the cabin walls or that morning bugle call

it’s something you can’t touch

but you can hold so dear

and maybe it’s not much

but i’ll be back next year

i’ll be back next year

oh it won’t be long

till the summer comes

oh it won’t be long

till the summer comes

oh it won’t be long

oh it won’t be long

till the summer comes

oh it’s more than the green of trees

oh it won’t be long

it’s more than the summer breeze

till the summer comes

oh it won’t be long

oh it won’t be long till the summer comes

till the summer comes

oh it won' t be long won’t be long