Youth Is Calling

Youth is calling as we climb;

Open air and rain or shine;

Youth is calling fair or fine.

Oh, who’ll come a-roving with me?

Chorus:

O la vie, oli, oli ish, ha ha ha,

O la vie, oli, oli ish, ha ha ha,

O la vie, oli, oli ish, ha ha ha,

O la vie, oli, oli ish.

Out along the highway clear;

Stalwart friends and right good cheer;

Friends who’re not afraid to share;

Oh, who’ll come a-roving with me?

Up the rugged mountain side;

Winding path with careless stride;

Through wild nature’s woodland wide.

Oh, who’ll come a-roving with me?

Bed beneath the starry sky,

Campfire glimmers closely by,

Winds that whistle, pines that sigh,

Oh, who’ll come a-roving with me?