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.