This blog post is a set of lyrics written by our one and only Treble and her unit from 2015. Sang to the tune of Country Roads by John Denver. It was written as a toast to Kalalla, which was presented at our Fancy Feast Thursday dinner.
Bus rolls up to camp Kalalla
Smiling faces greet my eyes anew
Everyone’s singing, and I’m wondering
Why is that Grove popular,
and what’s a-rig-a-bamboo
Take me home
Wakefield roads
To the place
Where I belong
Camp Kalalla
Mountain momma
Take me home
Wakefield roads
Boundless memories start to form here
Lifelong friendships, splashing in the water
Eat with spatulas, do crafts in the lodge
And if it don’t turn out,
just Finish with hodge podge
Take me home
Wakefield roads
To the place
Where I belong
Camp Kalalla
Mountain momma
Take me home
Wakefield roads
Still hear the voice,
in the morning hour when she wakes me (waaaaaaaaaake up)
My wrist string reminds me of my home far away
And driving down dirt roads I get a feeling
that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Take me home
Wakefield roads
To the place
Where I belong
Camp Kalalla
Mountain momma
Take me home Wakefield roads
