All alone here tonight by the campfire light,
From the town for the weekend I've gone,
It's so peaceful and still I can dream as
I will of the old days to which I belong,
By this clear mountain stream I'm alone with
My dreams, far away from the rat race of town,
With a fish on the coals and my old blanket
Roll, where I'll camp once again on the ground,
I'll think of my Dad and the long talks
We had,good advice that I just threw away,
My sister and brothers and true loving Mother,
How I wish I could turn back the
Days, the lifestyle we knew long ago,
When home was so homely,
Now most homes are lonely with the occupants all on the go,
Owe workload has lightened but the pace has been
Heightened, and the pride from owe work is all gone,
Tiss a world now of speed,
Of corruption and greed, as the great wall of progress rolls on.
I was forced into town,
Cattle prices went down and stockwork you just couldn't find,
Now at the weekends I go,
To this spot that I Know, and once again find peace of mind,
All alone here tonight by the campfire light,
From the town for the weekend i've gone,
It's so peaceful and still,
I can dream as I will, of the old days to which I belong