G C/G G Em D/F# G [Pre-Verse]G C/G G Em D/F# G How can I explain what I take away when the autumn falls and we go our separate waysG C/G G Em D/F# G What is it exactly, how can I describe, all that I discovered by that fireside [Verse]Am Am/B C/G Some things aren't definedAm Am/B C/G D/A Some things they're just right [Chorus]G ‘Cause it's more than the green of treesAm It's more than the summer breezeC/G The smell of rocks and waterG D Washing over meG It's more than the orange fireAm It's more than the fishing wireC/G It's more than the cabin wallsG D Or that morning bugle callC/G D/A It's something you can't touchG C/G But you can hold so dear [Verse]Am Am/B C/G Some things aren't definedAm Am/B C/G D/A Some things they're just right [Chorus]G ‘Cause it's more than the green of treesAm It's more than the summer breezeC/G The smell of rocks and waterG D Washing over meG It's more than the orange fireAm It's more than the fishing wireC/G It's more than the cabin wallsG D Or that morning bugle callC/G D/A It's something you can't touchG C/G But you can hold so dear
The Camp Song
Peter Katz
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