Camp Four Winds * Westward Ho

"This camp was built to music, therefore built forever"

These are the songs sung by Four Winds and Westward Ho campers -
songs that have expressed their interests and ideals through the years.

As you sing the songs again, may they recall memories of sunny days
and some misty and rainy ones too, of sailing on sparkling blue waters, of cantering
along leafy trails, of exploring the beach when the tide is out.

May these songs remind you of unexpected adventure, and of friendships formed
through the sharing of summer days, working and playing together.

INDEX

A Gypsy's Life

Across A Thousand Miles of Sea

Ah, Lovely Meadows

All Hands on Deck

A Place In The Choir

Bells of St. Mary's

Blow The Man Down

Blowin' In The Wind

Chanson Pour Les Petit Enfant

Christmas Night

Come Let's Hoist The Mainsail

Death Of An Unpopular Poet

Dona Nobis Pacem

Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes

Flags of the Four Winds

Four Winds Juniors

Four Strong Winds

Four Winds Gypsies

Four Winds' Birthday Song

Good Night Song

Good Night, Beloved

Greenland Shanty

Hill Of The Moon

House At Pooh Corner

I Love the Sea Breeze

I Didn't Know The Slug Was Slimy

I Love The Mountains

In A Lonely Forest Glade

In the Land of Odin

Jaunting Cart Song

Land of the Silver Mist

Let There Be Peace on Earth

Long Tail Feathers

LongTime Friends

Make New Friends

May There Always Be Sunshine

Morning Comes Early

Morning Riding Song

Mrs. Fox Terrier

My Heart Knows The Way

No Man Is An Island

Oh, Come for Beauty Has Called Us

Oh, Winds That Blow

Oh, Come Away With Me

Oh, Come My Mates

Oh, We Picked a Four Leaf Clover

Old Spanish Tune

On An Isle of Enchantment

On Ilkley Moor Bat Had

On The Road to High Adventure

Puff The Magic Dragon

Put On Your Dark Blue Sweater

Rosa, Let Us Be Dancing

Sailing Is The Life For Me

Set Your Sails And Come With Me

Seven Golden Daffodils

Song of the War Canoe

Song Of The Islands

Sparkling Waters Around Us

Stars Are In The Water

Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!

Summer Is A Coming In

Sweet Betsy From Pike

Teach Your Children

The Circle Game

The Drunker Sailor

The Galway Piper

The Garden Song

The Generous Fiddler

The Golden Day Is Dying

The Happy Wanderer

The Heather is Bending

The Joy of the Open Road

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

The Laws of the Navy

These Hills Shall Call You Home

This Land Is Your Land

This Little Light

Top of the World

Turn, Turn, Turn

Walk, Sherpherdess,Walk

Walking at Night

Where Go The Boats

Where'er You Walk

Who Has Seen The Wind?

Whoever Has Known The Mountains

With Gypsy Colors Gay

Won't You Play a Simple Melody

Welcome Song
by Ruth A. Brown

Oh, campers we greet you with friendship and song,
We all sing welcome to you!
We all want to know you and hope you'll stay long
With adventure in all that you do.
Oh, swimming and riding and sailing are fun,
And work is adventure when it is well done
Gladly we'll share it with you
Through the short happy days of summer;
We'll all make a circle of loyal friends true,
Campers! Welcome to you!

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Flags of the Four Winds
by Ruth A. Brown

The flags of the Four Winds
Are blowing in the breeze,
Are telling of our friendship
For children across the seas,
Are telling of our friendship
For lands far across the seas.

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Grace

Oh how we thank Thee for Thy care
And for the joys that crown our days
Beauty and blessing, the world so fair
Call from our hearts a song of praise.

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Boy's Grace

Evening is here, The board is spread.
Thanks be to God Who gives us bread.

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Four Winds' Birthday Song
Ruth A. Brown

Dear [name] we wish a glad birthday to you
With love and adventure in all that you do
Gay laughter, light heart and the sun on the trail,
And on the wide sea rode a full blowing sail.

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Han Ske Leve
Danish Honor Song

Han skal le-ve, Han skal le-ve, Han skal le-ve, hurrah!
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah,
Han skal le-ve, Han skal le-ve, Han skal le-ve, hurrah!

Bravo! bravo! bravo! bravissimo!
Bravo! bravo! bravissimo!
Bravo, bravissimo! Bravo, bravissimo!
Bravo, bravo, bravissimo!

Han skal le-ve, Han skal le-ve, Han skal le-ve, hurrah!

Schlocken goggle, Schlocken goggle,
Schlocken goggle, hurrah!
Hurrah, hurrah.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah. Hurrah.

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Play Song
Jingle Bells Mildred Casey

Off to work, off to play,
Hail! to a Four Winds day!
The shining sun reflects itself
In hearts carefree and gay.

Away to swim, canoe or ride,
Adventure for us all,
Each summer day at Four Winds camp
We hear its joyous call.

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Sign Post Crow
The Old Gray Mare Ernest Norling

Oh, I don't want to ride where the riders go
Search where the tide is low,
Sail on the Westward Ho.
I just want to stick to my status quo
I am the sign post crow. Caw! Caw!

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Laughter
Salut d'Amour Ruth A. Brown

Laughter runs by in silver sandals shining,
Stops in at every wide-flung, friendly door.
Warm be the gypsy fires that we keep burning,
That laughter may stay ever more.

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Holiness
by John Drinkwater

If all the carts were painted gay,
And all the streets swept clean,
And all the children came to play
By hollyhocks with green grasses to grow between;

If all the houses looked as though
Some heart were in their stone,
If all the people that we know
Were dressed in scarlet gowns
with feathers in their crowns;

I think this gaiety would make
A spiritual land.
I think that holiness would take
This laughter by the hand
'till both should understand.

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Cuckoo
Austria

Once an Austrian came yodeling from a mountain so high
And a cuckoo came stealing interrupting his cry.
Hi-dee-oh
Chorus
Hi-dee-oh cuckee-oh, Hi-dee-oh cuckoo Hi-dee-oh cuckee-oh,
Hi-dee-oh cuckoo Hi-dee-oh cuckee-oh, Hi-dee-oh cuckoo Hi-dee-oh cuckee-oh, hi!

Tra la la la la, la la la. Tra la la la la la (repeat)
Twice an Austrian came yodeling (chorus)
Rosa, Let us be Dancing
Flemish Folk Song

Rosa, let us be dancing, dancing, dancing,
Rosa, let us be dancing, 0 Rosa sweet!
Rosa with her hat of flow'rs has little wealth,
but happy hours, And dances sweetly.
Rosa, let us be dancing, dancing, dancing,
Rosa, let us be dancing, O Rosa sweet!

Rosa, will you be mine now, mine now, mine now,
Rosa, will you be mine now, O Rosa sweet!
Rosa with her hat of flow'rs has little wealth,
but happy hours, And dances sweetly.
Rosa, will you be mine now, mine now, mine now,
Rosa will you be mine now, O Rosa sweet!

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The Galway Piper
Irish Folk Song

Ev'ry person in the nation
Or of great or humble station
Holds in highest estimation
Piping Tim of Galway.
Loudly he can play or low,
He can move you fast or slow,
Touch your hearts or stir your toe,
Piping Tim of Galway.

When the wedding bells are ringing,
His the breath to lead the singing,
Then in jigs the folk go swinging,
What a splendid piper!
He will blow from eve to morn,
Counting sleep a thing of scorn.
Old is he but not outworn,
Know you such a piper?

When he walks the highway pealing,
Round his head the birds come wheeling,
Tim has carols worth the stealing,
Piping Tim of Galway.
Thrush and linnet, finch and lark,
To each other twitter, "Hark!"
Soon they sing from light to dark,
Pipings learnt in Galway.

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The Generous Fiddler
German Folk Song

Who will play a tune for dancing?
Who will play the fiddle sweet?
All the girls are shyly waiting,
Waiting with impatient feet,
Fiddler, fiddler, come you soon and
Play us all a merry tune!
Tra la la la, la la la Tra la la, la la la,
Tra la la la, la la la Tra la la la.

Now, before I make you music,
You must pay the fiddler's fee.
"Ah, we've neither pence nor farthing,
Poor and humble folk are we."
"Naught care I for what you pay!
If you must dance, than I must play!"
Tra la la la, la la la Tra la la, la la la,
Tra la la la, la la la Tra la la la.

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Dancing
Slovak Folk Song

Here we come advancing, advancing,
To music gay entrancing, entrancing,
While sparkling eyes aglancing, aglancing,
Are begging for the dancing, the dancing.

Tra la la la, la la la la (etc.)

Hop while heel and toeing, a-toeing,
Then swiftly round be going, a-going;
O how the heart is glowing, a-glowing
Tho' wintry winds are blowing, a-blowing.

Tra la la la, la la la . . .

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The Heather is Bending
Mumbo, Jumbo, Jigaboo, Jay Elizabeth Pritchar

The heather is bending and blowing in the sun
The marmots will tell you a new day has begun
So up with the sunrise and let's be on our way
Take laughter with you on the trail today.

We'll climb up the mountains with wings on our feet
Crispy winds will blow us toward distant Cascade peaks
The springlets will sing you a merry mountain air
Oh, happiness walks hand in hand
with a mountaineer.

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A Walking Song
Swiss Folk Song

From Lucerne to Weggis on,
Holdi-ri-di-a, hol-di-ri-a'
Care and labor now are gone,
Hol-di-ri-di-a, hol-di-a

Chorus:
Hol-di-ri-di-a, hol-di-ri-di-a, hol-di-ri-a,
Hol-di-ri-di-a, hol-di-ri-di-a, hol-di-a!

O'er the mountain trail we'll go
Hol-di-ri-di-a, hol-di-ri-a,
Lovely deep ravines below,
Hol-di-ri-di-a, hol-di-a.

Chorus:
Weggis leads to the highest hill,
Hol-di-ri-di-a, hol-di-ri-a,
Give a cheer, boys, with a will,
Hol-di-ri-di-a, hol-di-a.
(Chorus)

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The Happy Wanderer
Antonia Ridge Friedrich W. Moller

I love to go a-wandering, along the mountain track
And as I go I love to sing, my knapsack on my back.

Chorus:
Valdari, valdara, valdari, valdara ha ha ha ha ha
Valdari, valdara, my knapsack on my back.

I wave my hand to all I meet
and they wave back to me,
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet
From every greenwood tree.
Chorus: [From every greenwood tree.]

Oh, may I go a-wandering until the day I die
And may I always laugh and sing
Beneath God's clear blue sky.
Chorus: [Beneath God's clear blue sky.]

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The Gypsy Star
Air from Rigoletto Ruth A. Brown

Well do I love the trail
Well do I love the sea
Stars and the hills at night
Reach out and clutch at me.

Though I may stay at home
My doors are open wide
The world comes in to me
Full as the morning tide.
Some there are who wander
Over seas and lands afar,
But through my window
Shines the Gypsy Star.

From afar....from afar....shines the gypsy star
From afar....from afar....shines the gypsy star

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Sky Trail
The Open Road Ruth A. Brown

Oh! for a trail that skyward climbs
To the mountain topped with snow
Up, up beyond the timber-line
Where the heather bends low
Where long and blue lie the shadows
And blue the lakes below.
There's no greater joy in all the world
Than climbing to the summer snow.
There's no greater joy in all the world
Than climbing to the summer snow.

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Star Song
Air by Haydn Ruth A. Brown

Up the tallest hill together
We shall climb until on high;
We can watch the constellations
March across the summer sky.

Deep down in the bay below us
Lie great pools of starry gold;
May our hearts one day unknowing
Such reflected beauty hold.

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Walking at Night
Czech Folk Song Augustus D. Zanzig

Walking at night along the meadow way,
Home from the fair beside my maiden gay.
Walking at night along the meadow way,
Home from the fair beside my maiden gay. Hey!

Chorus:
Stodola, stodola, stodola, pumpa,
Stodola, pumpa, Stodola pumpa
Stodola, stodola, stodola, pumpa,
Stodola, pumpa, pum, pum, pum.

Nearing the wood, we heard the nightingale,
Sweetly it helped me tell my begging tale.
Nearing the wood, we heard the nightingale,
Sweetly it helped me tell my begging tale. Hey!
(Chorus)
Many the stars that brightly shone above,
But none so bright as her one word of love.
Many the stars that brightly shone above,
But none so bright as her one word of love. Hey !
(Chorus)

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Where'er You Walk
Handel William Congreave

Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees where you sit, shall crowd into a shade,
Trees where you sit, shall crowd into a shade.

Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees where you sit, shall crowd into a shade,
Trees where you sit, shall crowd,
shall crowd into a shade.

Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise,
And all things flourish, and all things flourish,
Wher'er you turn your eyes, Where'er you turn your eyes,
Where'er you turn your eyes.

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These Hills Shall Call You Home
Augustus D. Zanzig Ruth A. Broun

Go where you will, these hills shall call you home,
Their quiet wonder follow where you roam.
Stars, summer snows where winter's mantle fell,
Bright flower slopes of happy hours tell.
Winds and blue seas and endless islands fair
will go with you tho' far your feet may fare;
Yellowing grasses, a myriad little things,
Along with you will e'er be following;
Go where you will, these hills shall call you home,
These hills shall call you home.

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Swinging Along

Swinging along the open road
under a sky that's clear.
Swinging along the open road
in the fall of the year.
Swinging along, swinging along,
swinging along the open road,
All in the fall of the year.

Harmony part
Swinging along the open road
Swinging along under a sky that's clear
Swinging along the open road
All in the fall, in the fall of the year
Swinging along, swinging along
Swinging along the open road
All in the fall of the year.

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Gypsy Love
Heather Standbury

Chorus:
Gypsy love comes wandering
down the pathways, through the trees
Like the silent call of the sea, it whispers in every breeze
but gypsy love is a story, and we all know the end
so we'll sing while we may, with each dying day
and gypsy love will find us again and again

At the time of day when the sun slips 'tween the isles
Oh our spirits, how they soften, so weary from the miles
so we'll take our rest in the arms of friends
in the fire and candlelight
and before we all know, the stars have arrived
and pecked the sky, sweet kisses goodnight
(Chorus)

Summer lingers on in the autumn sun,
and it plays it's teasing game
and the four winds that brought us so hastily here
will scatter us all the same
so we'll sing until we are parted, it's by far the easiest way
For we all know words are best left as echos across the bay
(Chorus)

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Whoever Has Known The Mountains
On Wings of Song Ruth A. Brown

Whoever has known the mountains,
The forest, the sky and the sea,
Warmth of the friendly camp fire,
Strength of the winds that blow free;
The color and fragrance of meadows,
The lilt of a sudden song,
His are the gifts worth having,
Treasures to last a life long,
These are the treasures worth having Shining,
enduring and strong.

Whoever has climbed to the hilltops
And called all the stars by name,
Who loves balsam odors of summer
And the silver singing of rain;
Oh, life will be always adventure
Though his trails may take him afar,
And warmth and friendship and laughter
He'll find 'neath the gypsy star,
Oh, all the gifts of the wide world
Wait under the gypsy star.

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Top of the World
Leslie Varick Perkins

Top o' the hill my house is built
And top o' the house live I;
Up with. the sound of the tree-tuned lilt
Of the wind to the deep night sky.
And whether it cloud or whether it shine,
Along with my wind and my sky
I shall dream the dreams that are mine, all mine,
Top o' the world till I die.

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Sweet Betsy From Pike
Martha Fray

Come biking with me in the morning dew
We'll ride down the roads when the air is so blue
With rain in our faces and wind in our hair
We'll soar down the high road and drop all our care.

Singing up hill and down hill o'er meadow and plain
We're Four Winds bikers together again
We'll ride until nightfall and rise with the dawn
In search of adventure we'll ride all day long.

So come biking with me in the morning dew
The heather is blooming the day is still new
As free as the sea bird who sails on high
We'll fly down the road and be home by and by.

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The Joy of the Open Road
Acres of Clams (Rosin the Beau)

As we ride home from our journey
Our hearts are both heavy and light
We yearn for our friends and companions
Yet we long to ride on one more night.

We long to ride on one more night, etc.

While riding long on the high road
In search of adventure we roam
But the sound of our bike wheels turning
Is the sound that will bring us on home.

The sound that will bring us on home, etc.

Oh give me a friend and two cycles
Oh give me fair winds and a road
There's no joy that's ever been better
Than the joy of the open road.

The joy of the open road, etc.

And when we are home and not riding
When cares weigh down like a load
We will ever remember
The joy of the open road.

The joy of the open road,

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Old Spanish Tune
Ruth A. Brown

Far I long to go today
Where my heart is ever turning,
Far, to where the seagulls cry,
To the hills with sunset burning.

There bright shines the starry sky
Soft the winds with salt spray blowing,
There along the friendly shores
Full and free the tide is flowing.

Fair the lands that round me lie
But fairer land I'm knowing;
Hills and sea are calling me,
And one day I shall be going.
Hills and sea are calling me,
And one day I shall be going.

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Hola! Hola!
Rumania Mary E. Jeffries

Hola, hola, hola, hola,
The wind is calling me
A place I know, where four winds blow
And that's where I must be!

Hola, hola, hola, hola,
Where life is filled with glee,
With dance and song, the whole day long,
For wind's a gypsy free.

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A Gypsy's Life

A gypsy's life is free and gay
Afar - ee - ah
No taxes need a gypsy pay
Afar -ee -ah
What care we for the wind and damp
Deep in the woods where we make our camp
Afar - ee - ah, far - ee - ah, far - ee - ah,
far - ee - ah,
far - ee - ah.

When the sun is sunk down low
Afar - ee - ah
Within the circle campfire's glow
Afar - ee - ah
Nut brown maidens dance therein
While I play on my old violin
Afar - ee - ah, far - ee - ah, far - ee - ah,
far - ee - ah, far - ee - ah.

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Gypsy Bread
I Dreamt I Dwelt in Marble Halls Ruth A. Brown

The gypsy's hearth is a wide, wide hearth
And its warmth he'll always share.
The bread he bakes is friendly bread
And he gives it to all who fare.
For those who follow the wide world o'er
Have need of friendly bread,
Bread of daring and laughter and courage high
And nothing can take its stead.
Who will follow the highroad and
Trailways with me o'er the world
In quest of the gypsy bread?

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In A Lonely Forest Glade
Polish Folk Song

In a lonely forest glade,
Dwells a lovely Polish maid,
She whose name is Kasiu,
Thinking of her Jasiu:
Will he live through battle?
Will he soon return to me?

Watching from my cottage door,
Ah, I see him ride once more!
Eager for our meeting,
Far he waves a greeting,
Waves a crimson kerchief,
The kerchief that he always wore.

For my lad so brave and bold,
I have neither land nor gold.
Poor as I am lonely
I could give him only
My crimson 'broidered kerchief
And all the love my heart could hold.

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The Lake Isle of Innisfree
Music from Camp Northway Lodge William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And .a small cabin build there,
of clay and wattles made;.
Nine bean rows will I have there,
a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there,
for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of morning
to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer,
and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnets' wings.
And evening full of the linnets' wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

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Merry Herdsman
Hungarian Folk Song

I'm a merry herdsman roaming,
This my land,
Eastward, westward, lies my kingdom
On every hand.
Glad my steed obeys my calling,
Swifter than the red star falling,
Swifter far than the star
Aho-laho!

For my throne a dreamy meadow,
Emerald green,
And the starry skies above me
My baldachin.
Fairest maid wilt thou alone
Share my kingdom and my throne?
Thou alone, thou my own,
Share thou my throne.

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On An Isle of Enchantment
German Folk Song Mary Jeffries

On an isle of enchantment, all hidden away
There's a weaver of magic who sings all the day;
There's a mystical mantle she weaves o'er and o'er
To cast on each maiden who comes to her shore.
To cast on each maiden who comes to her shore.
There are threads of bright sunlight
All shining and long.
There are threads of glad service
Hard twisted and strong.
There's a 'broidery of color
From sky, sea, and shore;
And who wears this fair mantle
Finds joy evermore.
And who wears this fair mantle
Finds joy evermore.

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Walk, Sherpherdess, Walk
Eleanor Farjeon

Walk, shepherdess, walk
And I'll walk, too
We'll find the ram with the ebony horn
And the gold-footed ewe.

The lamb with fleece of silver
Like summer sea foam
The wether with the crystal bell
That leads us all home.

So, walk, shepherdess, walk
And I'll walk, too
And if we never, ever find them,
I shan't mind, shall you?

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Let There Be Peace on Earth
Sy Miller Jill Jackson

Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me.
Let there be peace on earth
The peace that was meant to be.
With God as our father,
Brothers all are we.
Let me walk with my brother
In perfect harmony.

Let peace begin with me,
Let this be the moment now.
With every step I take,
Let this be my solemn vow.
To take each moment and live each moment
In peace and harmony.
Let there be peace on earth,
And let it begin with me.

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No Man Is An Island
Alex Kramer Joan Whitney

No man is an island,
No man stands alone,
Each man's joy is joy to me,
Each man's grief is my own.
We need one another,
So I will defend,
Each man as my brother,
Each man as my friend.
I saw the people gather,
I heard the music start,
The song that they were singing,
Is ringing in my heart.

No man is an island,
Far out in the blue.
We all look to one above,
For our strength to renew.
When I help my brother,
Then I know that I,
Plant the seeds of friendship,
That will never die.

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Ah, Lovely Meadows
Folk Song from "Highways and Byways"

Ah, lovely meadows, green and wide,
Grasses are growing, grasses are growing,
Ah, lovely meadows, green and wide,
Growing so high on every side.

Chorus:
Water from mountain flows,
Melted from winter's snows,
Turning, it gaily goes
Circling the maple tree.
Water from mountain flows,
Melted from winter's snows,
Turning, it gaily goes
Calling to me.

Loudly the baron blows his horn,
Wake up, my steward, wake up, my steward.
Reaping begins at early morn;
Wake up, my steward, day is born.

Harness your horse, the hours are few,
Working together, working together,
Off to the fields of golden hue,
Gather the grain, ere falls the dew.

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Oh, Come for Beauty Has Called Us
Last Night the Nightingale Woke Me Ruth A. Brown

Oh, come for Beauty has called us,
Whispering her code,
All her sign posts pointed
Down adventure's road.

We must follow her footsteps,
Though she may lead afar,
Cross moor or hill or broad sea way
Under the Gypsy Star.

Where Go The Boats
Robert Louis Stevenson

Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along forever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Like castles on the foam,
Boats of mine are boating
Oh, when will all home home?
On flows the river,
Out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Will bring my boats to shore.

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Put On Your Dark Blue Sweater
Put On Your Old Grey Bonnet Elizabeth Cannon

Put on your dark blue sweater
With the Four Winds letter,
And come on the trailways today,
To seek a gypsy treasure
Or perhaps a gay adventure
To bring back to Four Winds bay.

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On The Road to High Adventure
On the Road to Mandalay Ruth A. Brown

There's a sign among the gypsies
That is known as the Patteran
And the gypsy heart will seek it
'Cross the sea or down the land.
Laughter, joy and high adventure
Come to those who know the code.
Earth and sky and sea are friendly
To the one who takes the road,
Seeks the friendship of the road.

Chorus:
On the road to high adventure
'Cross the waters shining blue,
Four Winds gypsies went a-sailing,
All a singing, merry crew.
Oh, for magic loot we've quested,
We have searched the whole world through,
And at last we've found the treasure
And have brought it back to you.

We have brought you sun on water
'Neath the white clouds scudding by
We have brought you little islands
Where the fir trees touch the sky.
We have brought you gray gulls circling
And the Four Winds blowing free,
We have brought you happy voices,
Comradeship on land and sea,
Comradeship on land and sea.

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Victoria Song
Margery K, Crouch

All hail to Victoria its charm and its splendor,
A bit of Old England awaits boys and girls,
We'll tour through the gardens, have tea at the Empress,
We'll search for fair treasure and ride
Tally-ho!
Victoria, Victoria will linger forever
a part of our memories wherever we go.

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Victoria

Victoria is waiting just across the sea
With shops so full of old antiques,
The Empress full of tea.
Now if you long for English shores
You'll find them very near.
Victoria is famous for its
British atmosphere.

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Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes
Rosalie Field

Far off on an island
Where tall fir trees grow
There's a camp of my desire.
Oh, come to this camp
With happiness rare,
Where friendships never tire.
The shadows of the starlit night
Creep 'round our evening fire,
Together Four Winds' maidens sit
While friendly flames grow higher.

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Evening Fire
There's a Long, Long Trail
Elizabeth Melrose Margaret Buschman

There is joy in quiet voices,
As evening shadows draw near,
And a peace in fir trees watching
While the stars appear.
As a calm is o'er the waters,
Within our hearts there's desire
For the spell of happy comradeship
Around the evening fire.

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Four Winds Gypsies
Country Gardens Ruth A. Brown

Four Winds Gypsies, in colors flaming
Adventuring went o'er the trail and sea
Hail to the Peacock and Flaming gypsies
In search of loot o'er hill and lea.
Gorgeous scarves and colors gay
Blue of sky and bluer bay
With joyous hearts we take
The gypsy way
Far down the highway
Up mountain trailway
Following the Patteran.

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Across A Thousand Miles of Sea
In Days of Old Ruth A. Brown

Across a thousand miles of sea,
Where breakers rise and fall,
Though leagues of land may lie between

I hear the Four Winds call, I hear the Four Winds call.

Of distant lands they tell,
Of foreign cities Spell
Of yellow sand
On Capri's strand,
Alhambra's magic well

How can I stay
When all the day
The Four Winds call away?

How can I stay
When all the day
The Four Winds call away?

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Bells of St. Mary's
Mary Morrill

The Gypsy Star calls us, to follow adventure
In search of the wonders of sea and of sky;
To cherish the sight of the white sails unfurling,
To love the stars and listen for the gray gulls' cry.

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Oh, Come Away With Me
A Capital Ship Ruth A. Brown

Oh, come away with me
Where all the winds blow free
Where mountains rise
To the summer skies
And rivers run to the sea;
Come mount your horse today,
And we shall ride away,
Over hill and dale
Up road and trail,
We'll take adventure's way.

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Oh, Come My Mates
A Capital Ship Mary E. Jeffries

Oh, come my mates heigh ho,
Adventuring we will go,
Oh come set sail
On the wide sea trail
That only gypsies know.
'Though gladly we'll return
To where our campfires burn
We'll wander far under sky and star
Where e'er the Four Winds blow.

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Wind
John Galsworthy

Wind, wind--heather gypsy
Whistling in my tree!
All the heart of me is tipsy
On the sound of thee.
Sweet with scent of clover, Salt with breath of sea,
Wind, wind--wayman lover, Whistling in my tree!

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Oh, Winds That Blow
Danny Boy Ruth A. Brown

Oh, winds that blow across the sea and mountains,
Oh, flying winds that stir the heart of me;
A boon, today, I would of you be asking,
A boon to set this gypsy spirit free;
For I should like to follow where you call me,
And I would gladly lace my gypsy sandals very tight;
And all the winds and storms, I would be daring,
To push my laughing way across the starry night.

But, after I have gone so far a-wandering,
I'll very swiftly turn my sandals home,
And from my way the stars I shall be brushing
It must be always so with those who roam.
But, starry wonder still will stay beside me,
And gypsy winds will blow the leaves
about my friendly door,
Yet, well I know that one day, I'll be going...
To chase a silver star, across a lonely moor.

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Who Has Seen The Wind?
Christina G. Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

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The Wind
Robert Louis Stevenson

I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass��
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all��
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

0 you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

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Gypsy Wind
The World is Waiting for a Sunrise Ruth A. Brown

The gypsy wind from hill and sea is calling,
Clean with pine and salt spray from the shore,
The morn is sweet; our gypsy sandals donning.
Glad, oh wind, we'll follow far.

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Cloud Ships
Tyrolese Folk Song

Like snow white sailing ships on a blue sea
High in the heavens are clouds floating free
If I might ride to one If I might glide to one
Sailing and sailing, what pleasure
'twould be.

I would look down from my ship in the sky
On cities, forests, and lakes passing by.
I would sail far away
And at the close of day
Anchor my ship to a mountaintop high.

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Huya
Czech Marching Tune

Above a plain of gold and green
A young boy's head is plainly seen

Chorus:
A Huya huya huya-ya, swiftly flowing water
A Huya huya huya-ya, swiftly flowing lab��.

But no, 'tis not his lifted head,
'Tis Ifca's castle spires instead
(Chorus)

For our pleasure it was made
This grand old castle deep in shade
(Chorus)

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Land of the Silver Mist

Land of the silver mist
Home of the beaver
Where still the mighty moose
Wanders at will

Chorus:
Blue lake and rocky shore
Calling me back once more
Boom-body-oom-boom Boom-body-oom-boom
Boom-body-oom-boom
Boom

Down is the forest
Deep in the lowlands
My heart cries out for thee
Hills of the north (Chorus)

High on a rocky ledge
I'll build my wigwam
Close by the water's edge
Silent and still (Chorus)

Land of the silver mist
Home of the pine tree
Towering the mist of clouds
Silent and still (Chorus)

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Donna Donna
Sholom Secunda Arthur Kevess Teddi Schwartz

On a wagon, bound for market,
There's a calf with a mournful eye,
High above him, there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky.

Chorus:
How the winds are laughing,
They laugh with all their might,
Laugh and laugh the whole day through,
And half the summer's night.
Donna, donna, donna, donna (etc.)

"Stop complaining," said the farmer,
"Who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly with,
Like the swallow so proud and free?" (Chorus)

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
Never knowing the reason why,
But whoever treasures freedom,
Like the swallow must learn to fly. (Chorus)

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On Ilkley Moor Bat Had
Gaelic

Where have you been since I saw thee, I saw thee?
On ilkley moor bat had
Where have you been since I saw thee?
Where have you been since I saw thee?
On ilkley moor bat had, on ilkley moor bat had,
On ilkley moor bat had.
I've been a courtin' Mary Jane, Mary Jane,
On ilkley moor bat had (etc.)
Then ye shall catch thy death of cold, death of cold,
On ilkley moor bat had
Then we shall come and bury thee, bury thee
On ilkley moor bat had
Then worms shall come and eat thee oop, eat thee oop,
On ilkley moor bat had
Then dooks shall come and eat up worms, eat up worms,
On ilkley moor bat had
Then we shall come and eat up dooks, eat up dooks,
On ilkley moor bat had
Then we shall have our loved ones back, loved ones back,
On ilkley moor bat had
There is a moral to this tale, to this tale,
On ilkley moor bat had
Don't go a-courtin' Mary Jane, Mary Jane,
On ilkley moor bat had

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Tum Balalaika
Russian Folk Song

Maiden, maiden, tell me true,
What can grow without the dew.
What can burn for years and years,
What can cry and shed no tears?

Chorus:
Tum bala, tum bala, tum balalaika,
Tum bala, tum bala, tum balalaika,
Tum balalaika, tum balalaika
Tum balalaika, tum balalaika

Silly lad the answer true,
A stone can grow without the dew.
Love can burn for years and years,
A heart can cry and shed no tears. (Chorus)

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The Keeper

The keeper did a-hunting go,
And under his cloak he carried a bow,
All for to shoot at a merry little doe,
Among the leaves so green-O.

Chorus:
Jackie boy! Master!
Sing ye well? Very well.
Hey down! Ho down!
Derry, derry down,
Among the leaves so green-O.
To my hey down, down!
To my ho down, down!
Hey down! Ho down! Derry, derry down!
Among the leaves so green, O.

The first doe she did cross the brook,
The keeper fetched her back with his hook
And where she is now, you must go and look,
Among the leaves so green, O. (Chorus)

The second doe she did.cross the plain
The keeper fetched her back again
And where she is now she must remain
Among the leaves so green O. (Chorus)

The third doe he shot at he missed;
The fourth doe he trimmed he kissed;
The fifth doe went where nobody wist
Among the leaves so green, O. (Chorus)

The sixth doe she ran over the plain;
But he with his hounds did turn her again,
And it's there he did hunt in a merry, merry vein
Among the leaves so green, O. (Chorus)

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Summer Is A Coming In
Old English Round

Summer is a-coming in,
Loudly sing cuckoo!
Groweth seed and bloweth mead,
And springeth wood a-new.
Sing cuckoo!
Ewe bleateth after lamb,
Low'th after calf the cow;
Bullock starteth, buck, too, verteth,
Merry sing cuckoo! Cuckoo, Cuckoo!
Well singst thou cuckoo,
O cease thee never now!

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Morning Comes Early
Slovakian Katherine Davis

Morning comes early and bright with dew.
Under your window I sing to you
Up then, my comrade, up then, my comrade
Let us be greeting the morn so blue.
Up then, my comrade, up then, my comrade
Let us be greeting the morn so blue.

Why do you linger so long in bed?
Open your window and show your head
Up then with singing, up then with singing
Over the meadow the sun comes red.
Up then with singing, up then with singing
Over the meadow the sun comes red.

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Morning Song
Welcome, Sweet Springtime Ruth A. Brown

Far down the mountain the new day has come,
Gray scarves of dawning slip out to sea;
Loveliness waits on the threshold again��
Softly she calls to me.

Let us arise and go running to meet her,
Catch at the stars that she shakes from her hair;
Bathe in the gold she has spilled in the meadow,
For gypsies must follow where e'er she may fare.

Shimmering ribbons of color are thrown
Far over meadow and mountain and sea,
Loveliness laughs from the top of the world,
Softly she calls to me.

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Morning Song
Mendelssohn Ruth A. Brown

See, the sun is on the mountains,
The new day to greet,
In sapphire and silver,
The morning tide is sweeping,
And the wind from off the mountains,

With heather is sweet,
Oh, come let us go forth,
This fair new day to greet.

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Souls
Dvorak "New World Symphony" Fannie Stearns Davis

My Soul goes clad in gorgeous things,
Scarlet gold and blue;
And at her shoulder sudden wings
Like long flames flicker through.

And she is swallow-fleet and free
From mortal bonds and bars.
She laughs, because eternity
Blossoms for her with stars!

O folk who scorn my stiff gray gown,
My dull and foolish face,
Can ye not see my Soul flash down,
A singing flame through space?

And you, whose earth-stained looks I hate,
Why may I not divine
Your souls~ that must be passionate,
Shining swift, as mine?
Shining swift, as mine?

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Simple Gifts
Shaker Tune

Tis a gift to be simple, tis a gift to be free
Tis a gift to come back where you want to be
And when you find yourself in the place just right
You will be in the valley of love and delight

Chorus:
When true simplicity is gained, to bow and to bend
You will not be ashamed
To turn, to turn, will be your delight,
'til by turning, turning you'll come back right.

Love is a gift within us all, We need to learn to answer its call
And we will live in harmony and truth once again
And we'll share our peace and love with all men.

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The Serenaders
Italian Folk Song

With skillful hands they strum the light guitar;
Upon the evening air their voices fall:
With skillful hands they strum the light guitar;
Upon the evening air their voices fall:
O lovely ladies, O lovely ladies all,
We have come to serenade you
Below the garden wall,
Below the garden wall,
Below the garden wall,
O lovely ladies answer to our call!

Behind the dusky lattice glows a face;
From window high the crimson roses fall:
Behind the dusky lattice glows a face;
From window high the crimson roses fall:
O serenaders, O serenaders all,
We have heard your evening music
Below the garden wall,
Below the garden wall,
Below the garden wall,
The roses shower in answer to your call!

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Oh, We Picked a Four Leaf Clover
The Wearing of the Green

Oh, we picked a four leaf clover
And it surely brought us luck
We went jaunting in the jaunting cart
And the jaunting cart got stuck
But the four leaf clover saved us
and Don Juan stood his ground
And we arrived at Maple Point
Hungry, safe, and sound

Oh we're ready to go jaunting any time we may
But we'll pick a four leaf clover first to carry on our way
But we'll pick a four leaf clover first to carry on our way.

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Jaunting Cart Song
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

The green is in the islands
And the blue is in the bay
And the jaunting cart is ready
To be out upon its way.
Don Juan may not be Irish
But his wagon shafts are green
And he steps along like any
Irish horse you've ever seen.
The Irish blood that's in us
Is enough to go around
And the lilt that's in our voices
Makes a very merry sound.

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Morning Riding Song
Susie, Little Susie (from Hansel & Gretel) Ruth A. Brown

Mount your horse and hasten,
The sun's riding high,
So green are all the trailways,
So b].ue is the sky;
Let's follow the morning along hill and sea,
The gold is on the meadow,
Come, canter with me.

Down the trail together,
We'll sing as we ride,
So blue are all the hills now,
All silver the tide;
We'll canter together up hill and down lea,
So green are all the trailways,
So blue is the sea.

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Riding Song
The Caissons Mary Jeffries

Over hill, Over dale
Over wood and mountain trail,
Four Winds campers are riding today
Our delight, Morn or night,
Rainy day or moonlight bright,
Just to mount and to gallop away.
Then it's hi! hi! hee! From Four Winds Camp are we!
Sing we her praises loud and strong!
Where'er we go, You may always know
When Four Winds campers are riding along.

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Four Winds Juniors
German Folk Song Ruth A. Brown

We're a jolly group of Juniors
From Four Winds Camp.
We swim and ride and fish,
And up trails we tramp.

Life to us is very gay,
Friends we make along the way
If we could have our way
At Four Winds Camp we'd stay.

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Junior Song
Sailing Ruth A. Brown

Singing, laughter,
Days that go slipping by,
Whether by road or on the sea
'Neath gray or sunlit sky.

Working, playing,
Friends at what e'er we do
The Junior girls from Four Winds Camp...
Friendship bring to you.

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A Junior Song
Captain Jinks Ruth A. Brown

Now listen to this story true
Of Juniors, and the things they do.
From reveille till the goodnight song,
Their days are glad and merry.

Their beds they make and floors they sweep,
The fire they lay, chests neatly keep,
They ride and swim and climb hills steep,
These Four Winds Juniors, merry.

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Mrs. Fox Terrier

Mrs. Fox Terrier said to her pups
In all life's adversities, keep your tails up
Keep your tails up, Keep your tails up
In all life's adversities, keep your tails up.

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With Gypsy Colors Gay
The Farmer in the Dell

With gypsy colors gay
We're adventuring today;
The Peacock Band will lead us on
To treasures far away.

Come, seek the trail anew
With gypsy spirit true;
A smiling heart, a helping hand,
Our loot we'll bring to you.

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Riddle Song

I gave my love a cherry that has no stone,
I gave my love a chicken that has no bone,
I gave my love a ring that has no end,
I gave my love a baby with no cry-en.

How can there be a cherry that has no stone?
How can there be a chicken that has no bone?
How can there be a ring that has no end?
How can there be a baby with no cry-en?

A cherry when it's blooming, it has no stone,
A chicken when it's pipping, it has no bone,
A ring when it's rolling, it has no end,
A baby when it's sleeping, there's no cry'en.

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Lost and Found
Oh, Where Oh, Where Has My Little Dog Gone

Oh, where, oh, where has my toothbrush gone?
Oh, where, oh where can it be?
I put it carefully upon a log
Under the gingerbread tree.

And where in the world is my middle tie?
Oh, where in the world can it be?
Mary used it to tie a horse,
Now what will happen to me?

The Twinnie's looking for one of her shoes,
It tumbled out of a tree,
It fell into the briny deep
And is probably far out at sea.

I've looked for my sweater all over the camp,
I left it out on the float,
Or maybe over on Victim Isle,
Or perhaps 'twas left in a boat.

Oh, counselor, dear, I've lost my bands,
I dropped them into the well,
And what the dentist will do to me
Only time will tell!

My bathing suit was almost dry,
I left it out on the porch,
Someone put it in front of the fire
And now the back is scorched.

The rubber is gone from my bloomer legs,
I've lost my shady white hat,
My bathing cap floated out to sea,
For my middies I'm quite too fat.

Now when to Four Winds next year you come,
Of your things you'd better take care,
To lose them shows lack of intelligence
And gives your counselors gray hair.

Make New Friends

Make new friends but keep the old,
One is silver and the other gold.
A circle's round, it has no end
that's how long I want to be your friend

Happiness Runs

Happiness runs in a circular motion
Love is like a little boat upon the sea
Everybody is a part of everything anyway
You can be a part if you let yourself be.

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Marjorie

Marjorie, come feed your black sow,
All on a misty morning,
Come to your dinner now, come come come,
Yealt ye shalt get nary a crumb.

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Dona Nobis Pacem
Attributed to Palestrina 1525-1594

Dona nobis pacem, pacem
Dona nobis pacem. [repeat, 3 part round]

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Haida Haida
Hebrew Folk Song

Haida, haida, haida-da, haida, haida, haida, haida.

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Well Rung, Tom
J. Miller, 17th century

Well Rung, Tom, boy, well rung, Tom,
Ding-dong, cuckoo, well rung, Tom.
The owl and the cuckoo, the fool and the song,
Ding dong, cuckoo, well rung, Tom.

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Lachen Lachen
German Cesar Bresgen

Lachen, lachen, lachen, lachen
Kommt der Sommer uber das Feld> ��ber das Feld komm der lachen,
Ah, ha, ha
Lachen uber das Feld.

(Summer comes laughing over the field)

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Canoeing Song
Au Clair de la Lune

Dip the paddle firmly;
Lift it out with care;
Smile, the waters friendly;
Pull, the weather's fair.
Sing a song with laughter,
Helps along the way;
Four Winds girls canoeing
Through the summer day.

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Song of the War Canoe
Love's Old Sweet Song James Lyman Molloy Lucille Ennis

O'er the waters skimming, Dip of paddles light,
In the early morning, Or in moonlight bright.
Where the hearts are happy, Peace and joy reign too.
From the bay of Four Winds Slips our canoe,
Slips our gay canoe.

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Canoe Round

My paddle's keen and bright,
Flashing with silver.
Swift as the wild goose flies,
Dip-dip and swing.

Dip-dip and swing her back,
Flashing with silver.
Follow the wild goose track,
Dip-dip and swing.

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Canoe Song
Emperor's Waltz

Skimming along, swept by a song
As voices soar paddles swing more,
Round islands gay, thro' wind and spray
O'er tides of silver wending our way.
Swirling waters carry us far
Happiness follows the gypsy star
Voices in laughter, winds that sing;
These are the joys that adventure brings.

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Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!
Washington and Lee March Alice Sommes

Beneath the brilliant sun o'er waters blue,
We go a-paddling in our war canoe,
As fast as seagulls we go skimming by,
The thrill of flying makes our spirits soar on high.
We pass the islands at a rapid pace,
With paddles shining bright along we race,
Angry Neptune does our smiles provoke,
Hark to the Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!

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Stars Are In T