Camp Strawderman Song Book

The Ideals The Ideals of Camp Strawderman are to make girls so happy they will share their happiness with others. To make friendships which shall last through life. To develop strong, healthy bodies through regular exercise, good food, and rest in the pure mountain air. To create a love for God’s out-of- doors, and a reverence for his handiwork. To bring out the hidden possibilities which lie within each girl and to help her find herself. Revised August 17, 2003 Camp Strawderman Spirit We represent the Ideals of Camp Strawderman. Ideals are necessary in any kind of life, For each of us needs a goal toward which she can strive. Spirit of Strawderman Friendship (Frank Dempster Sherman) SCS’s We come into the Strawderman Circle It is my joy in life to find Tell me why the stars do shine; The circle Of Reverence and Friendship At every turning of the road tell me why there’s a lonesome pine The Circle of Happiness and Health The strong arms of a comrade kind Tell me why the sky’s so blue Let what we desire of the universe penetrate us To help me onward with my load. Tell me SCS’s why we all love you. Let loving Kindness and Unselfishness, And since I have no gold to give, Because God made the stars to shine Pass though us And love alone must make amends, Because God made the lonesome pine And Truth be the law of our mouth My only prayer is, while I live— Because God made the sky so blue Here is enkindled the fire God make me worthy of my friends. God made SCS’s, that’s why we love you which stands for the Spirit of Strawderman Pages Of logs it is made and from its embers Gratitude Pages we sing to you shall pass to us Ideals, which shall follow us I thank Thee just for life, We found you staunch and true through the adventure we call life. The chance to live, Let your shield be your guide To be alive! So great Thy gift To help you do what’s right at Strawderman. To this fire I bring the light of: If Thou dost nothing give Besides, it is enough Spirit of Strawderman Self-Reliance To breathe the air As we light our candles we share our dreams Camp Strawderman, To walk the mountain sod with each new flame new vision gleams Because of your firm faith, To feel the play of mighty winds And in the purifying light I shall keep the track. To look Thee in the face Our Spirits reach a fairer height Whose sharp set stones, And call Thee God. And in our hearts we breath a prayer My strength may almost spend. God, Bless our Campers everywhere. I could not meet your eyes, Reverence If I turned back, God Of the Hills Follow the Gleam So on my way I’ll wend. Grant me Thy strength to go back To the Knights in the days of ole, Into the cities without faltering: Keeping watch o’er the mountain height – Because of your strong love, Strength to do my daily task Cam a vision of Holy Graile, I’ll hold my path. Without tiring, and with entrhusiasm. And a voice through the waiting night When battered, torn, Strength to help my neighbor, And bleeding in the fight, Who has no hills to remember. Follow, follow, follow the gleam. How could I meet your true eyes, Banners unfurled, O’er all the world. Blazing wrath, God of the Stream Follow, follow, follow the gleam, If I keep not right? Grant me Thy peace and restfulness; Of the Chalice that is the Grail. Restfulness to carry to the tired Happiness One whom I shall meet every day. And we who would serve the King, Glad that I live am I Content to do small things with And loyally him obey. That the sky is blue With a freedom from littleness, In the consecrate silence know, Glad for the country lanes Self-control for the unexpected emergency That the challenge still holds today – And the fall of dew And patience for the wearisome task. After the sun, the rain Follow, follow, follow the gleam. After the rain, the sun God of the Stars Standards of worth, o’er all the earth this is the way of life May I take back the gift Follow, follow, follow the gleam, Till the work be done. Of friendship and love for all, Of the light that shall bring the dawn. All that we need to do Fill me with a great tenderness Be we low or high For the needy person at every turning, I Would Be True Is to see that we grow Grant that in all my perplextities and I would be true, Nearer the sky. Everyday decisions I may keep an open mind. for there are those who trust me; I would be pure, Health God of the Trails for there are those who care.;= As I grow I crave for myself With the pure winds from the northlands, I would be strong, The strength of the oak tree, Drive away my pettiness. For there is much to suffer; The grace and slenderness With the harsher winds of the winter I would be brave, Of the willow tree, Drive away my selfishness and hypocrisy. For there is much to dare. And may I be straight, Filll me with the breadth and depth I would be brave, Like the pine, And height of Thy wilderness. For there is much to dare. Cleaness of hands May I live out the truth I would be friend, And clearness of brain I crave Which Thou hast taught me To all the foe, the friendless; And purity of spirit, By every thought and word and deed. I would be giving, and forget the gift; As the mountain air is pure. I would be humble, May all these gifts be mine. For I know my weakness; I would look up, and laugh & love & live. I would look up, and laugh & love & live. EVERY DAY SONGS The Golden Day Is Dying Tell Me Why (Evening Colors) (Sunday Goodnight Circle) America (morning colors) The golden day is dying Tell me why the stars do shine? My country tis of thee, Beyond the purple hill Tell me why there’s a lonesome pine? Sweet land of liberty, The golden day is dying Tell me why the sky’s so blue? Of thee I sing. Beyond the purple hill Tell me Camp Strawderman, Land of the Pilgrims pride, Why we all love you? Land where our Fathers’s died, The Lark that sang at morning From every mountainside, In dusky wood is still Because God made the stars to shine. Let freedom ring! The Lark that sang at morning Because God made the lonesome pine. In dusky wood is still Because God made the sky so blue. Grace (Morning) God made Camp Strawderman, For health and strength And soon above the meadow That’s why we love you. And daily bread, The silvery moon will swing We praise thy name, oh Lord! And soon above the meadow Good Night Circle Amen The silvery moon will swing (Every evening, goodnight circle) As we form our good night circle Grace (Sunday Breakfast) And where the wood is darkest To sing our fond good night, God has created a new day, The Whip-poor-will will sing. And we all join hands and promise Silver and green and gold. And where the wood is darkest To ever live aright, Live that the sunset may find us, The Whip-poor-will will sing. Worthy as gifts to hold. And with lanterns softly glowing, Amen Grace (Evening) We journey toward East & West, Evening (Morning) is Here And the bugle softly blowing Grace (General) Evening is here, Sends each camper to her rest. Hark to the Chimes The board is spread. (then sing taps...) Hark to the Chimes, Thanks be to God, Come bow our heads, Who gives us bread. Taps We thank thee, Lord, Amen (Every evening at goodnight circle) For this Good Bread, Day is done, gone the sun, Amen. Oh Strawderman Camp (sung Sunday) From the lake, Oh Strawderman Camp, We’ll always love you. From the hill, from the sky. Grace (Sunday Lunch) Your name we’ll cherish Forever more. All is well, safely rest...God is nigh. Doxology You stand for Friendship, Spirit and Honor. Praise God from whom all blessings flow, We are proud of your name Oh Strawderman Camp. Thanks and praise for our days Praise Him all creatures here below. ‘neath the sun, Praise Him above ye heavenly host. Dear fellow campers, In songs we’ll praise you. ‘neath the stars, ‘neath the sky. Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Among our friendships,Have we been happy. As we go, this we know...God is nigh. Amen. We’ll always love Our fellow campers. As we live through the years We’ll love them more. Cabin Songs HUMPTY DUMPTY INN Humpty girls (Popeye’s Tune) Dumpty You Are the Best Inn for Mary We’re six little Humpty Girls, Dumpty you are the Best Inn for, Inn for, Inn for Mary, Toot, toot! Cabin here at Strawderman. We are (7) girls on a hill. We live at Camp Strawderman, Better than all the rest, We get Spirit and Inspection, Toot, toot! ‘Cabins here at Strawderman. And we hope we always will. We eat all our dinner, (unless it is liver!) Riding, swimming, hiking too, We’re six little Humpty Girls, Toot, toot! That is what we like to do.

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