ORIENTATION SONG SHEET 2017

This artifact, created by Camp Walt Whitman, is a list of songs for a summer camp. The artifact includes the lyrics for seven songs.

The submitter provided the following about the artifact’s history: There are Erika Sorensen's orientation songs organized onto pink copy paper. The songs that counselors and campers sang at campfires and during transition times.

Camp Walt Whitman

Erika Sorensen

Erika Sorensen

CWW/Erika Sorensen

English

2000-2024

song list

printer paper and ink

Person to Person (Analogue)

ORIENTATION SONG SHEET 2017

PURPLE LILACS

I want to wake up in the morning where the purple lilacs grow
Where the sun comes a-peeping into where I'm a-sleeping
And the songbird says, "Hello, hello,"
I want to wander through the woods where the fragrant breezes blow
And drift back to New Hampshire where the purple lilacs grow

THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND

CHORUS:
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Islands
From the redwood forests to the Gulfstream waters
This land is made for you and me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me and endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land is made for you and me

CHORUS

I roamed, I rambled, I followed footsteps
O'er sparkling sands of those diamond deserts
And all around me a voice came calling
This land is made for you and me

CHORUS

WALKING AT NIGHT

Walking at night along the meadow way
Home from the dance, beside my maiden gay

CHORUS:
Stodley, stodley, stodley poompa, stodley poompa, stodley poompa
Stodley, stodley, stodley poompa, stodley poompa, poomp, poomp, poomp

Near in the woods we heard a nightingale
Sweetly she helped me tell my begging tale

CHORUS

Many the stars that brightly showed above
But none so sweet at your one word of love

CHORUS

IN THE JUNGLE

In the jungle the mighty jungle the lion sleeps tonight (x2)
Near the village the peaceful village the lion sleeps tonight (x2)
Hush my darling, don't cry my darling the lion sleeps tonight (x2)

TINA: Tina singoo layla vootie yah Watcha, watcha, watcha.

THE CIRCLE GAME

Yesterday a child came out to wander,
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar,
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star.

CHORUS:
And the seasons, they go round and round, and the painted ponies go
up and down,
We're captive on the carousel of time.
We can't return, we can only look behind from where we came,
And go round and round and round in the circle game.

Then the child moved ten times round the season.
Skated over ten clear frozen streams.
Words like, "When you're older," must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams.

CHORUS

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now,
Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town.
And they tell him, "take your time", it won't be long now,
Till you drag your feet to slow those circles down.

CHORUS

And the years go by and now the child is twenty.
Though his dreams have lost their grandeur coming true,
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams, and plenty,
Before that last revolving year is through.

CHORUS

OLD TEXAS NOW

I'm going to leave old Texas now
They've got no use for the long horned cow

They've gone and fenced my cattle range
And the people there are all so strange

I'll sell my horse and I'll sell my rope
And hit the trail upon a lope

I'll say goodbye to the Alamo
And hit the trail for Mexico

SWING LOW ROUND

Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home (x2)

Oh, when the saints go marching in (x2)
How I want to be in their number, when the saints go marching in.

I want to sing, sing, sing, I want to shout, shout, shout,
I want to sing, I want to shout, praise the lord.
When those gates are open wide, I will stick my head inside
I want to sing, I want to shout, praise the lord.

8.5" x 11"

small groups on page in columns

Erika Sorensen 04/26/18