Scouts’ Goodnight Song (Tune: Santa Lucia)
Footsteps on distant trail,
Campward are bending;
Wood fire and bubbling stew,
Rich odours sending;
Here is your heart’s desire,
Rest when your feet shall tire,
Open air and pals and food and fire;
Joy never ending.
Camp fires are burning low,
No longer leaping;
Scouts sing their evening song,
Shadows come creeping;
Sun sinks below the west,
Goodnight and may you rest,
Blankets warm and by soft sounds caressed;
Scouts all are sleeping.