Misc Originals – Becky Audette - Gilwell Farewell (Ukulele)

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The sun is sinking low in the sky ab-ove  Gilwell.

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The pines and the maples know soon we will part.

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There’s a whisper in the wind of promises unspoken,

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And a joy that will always remain in my heart.

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My thoughts will return to the sound of your laughter,

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The magic of singing, and Scouting as one,

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And a time we’ll remember long ever after

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The moonlight and music and campfire is dark.

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Will we climb the hill once more?  Will we walk the woods together?

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Will I feel the camp-fire's glow once again?

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Will every song we've sung ...  stay with us forever?

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Will we sing in my dreams and my heart until then?

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Under the moon the training ground lies sleeping

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out on the Lime-walk the stars shine above.

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They wonder if you and I will be keeping

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The magic of wood badge, or leave it behind.

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Have I worked my ticket well, have I lived the Gilwell vision?

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The promise I keep to my family in Scouts

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Will I live what I have learned, continue my mission

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Bring strength, hope and faith to the leaders ahead

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The beads hang at my heart, remind me of my kinship;

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the pledge to my Scouts as an oath to myself,

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To blaze a new path of purpose and friendship

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The dream of our founder lives on through the age