Peter Katz

The Camp Song

Peter Katz


Tom: G

G   C/G   G    Em    D/F#   G


[Pre-Verse]

G         C/G                  G                    Em         D/F#                G
How can I explain what I take away when the autumn falls and we go  our separate ways
G            C/G                  G                Em         D/F#        G
What is it exactly, how can I describe, all that I discovered  by that fireside


[Verse]

Am                Am/B  C/G
Some things aren't defined
Am              Am/B   C/G   D/A
Some things they're just right


[Chorus]

            G
‘Cause it's more than the green of trees
Am
It's more than the summer breeze
C/G
The smell of rocks and water
G            D
Washing over me
G          
It's more than the orange fire
Am
It's more than the fishing wire
C/G        
It's more than the cabin walls
G                     D
Or that morning bugle call 
    C/G                   D/A
It's something you can't touch
                    G      C/G
But you can hold so dear


[Verse]

Am                Am/B  C/G
Some things aren't defined
Am              Am/B   C/G   D/A
Some things they're just right


[Chorus]

            G
‘Cause it's more than the green of trees
Am
It's more than the summer breeze
C/G
The smell of rocks and water
G            D
Washing over me
G          
It's more than the orange fire
Am
It's more than the fishing wire
C/G        
It's more than the cabin walls
G                     D
Or that morning bugle call 
    C/G                   D/A
It's something you can't touch
                    G      C/G
But you can hold so dear