Page 2 - Laurel

I left streets and avenues behind me Down the pebbled paths that wind through the woods R
Heading north by bus and by plane, Through tall cedars, green ferns and white pine,

Cities gray and suburbs gave way
In the cabins surrounded by faces I knew
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To the green hills and blue lakes of Maine;
By campires sparkling up the night sky;

I was returning once again to Camp Laurel I was returning once again to Camp Laurel F
Coming back to my true summer home, Coming back to my true summer home,

And there, amid counselors and friends alike And there, amid counselors and friends alike L
I would ind a place of my own;
I would ind a place of my own.

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