The
Kinship of Scouting
The full moon is high as
we gaze into the fire,
The trails of the forest know soon we will part.
There's a whisper in the wind and our souls have been
inspired,
There's a bond that may always remain in our hearts.
Our thoughts will return
to the sounds of our laughter,
and the kindship of feeling as one.
this time will remain, long ever after,
The moonlight, the music and stories are done.
Will we climb the hills
once more?
Will we walk the woods together?
Will the same feelings be by the fire once again?
Will every song we've sung stay with us forever?
Will this bond be remembered in our hearts until then?
Under the moon the
mountains lie sleeping,
Over the lakes the stars shine,
they wonder if you and I will be keeping,
The kinship of Scouting or leave it behind.
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