Round a campfire with friends on a summer night
Now we hate to leave ‘cause it feels so right
A guitar plays soft and the fire burns low
But the baby’s asleep and it’s time to go
So the kids ride home in the pick up bed
With our old black dog runnin’ up ahead
In the patch of light from the headlight’s glare
While our engine’s hum fills the evening air
Where our driveway ends we pull up and park
In the sudden, silent, satin dark
Hear the peepers call from across the hill
And the plaintiff cry of the whippoorwill
See the mating flash of the fireflies
While a distant storm lightens up the sky
All the shimmering leaves of the sycamore trees
Dance their midnight waltz in the growing breeze
It’s time like these that will end too soon
So we sit outside and watch the waning moon
Till the clouds roll in and we feel the sting
Of the first fine drops of the welcome rain
What the years will bring we can never know
Maybe tears will fall maybe hope will grow
But the passing days cannot steal from me
These precious hours I have spent with thee
