By the hearth aglow,
When the winter snow
Lies so deep and so chill.
Thoughts will often stray
To one happy day
On a far away hill.
To a June night
With silver moonlight,
Gleaming bright and still.

When the moon shines
Through the lonely pines
And the sleepy world has gone to rest,
I lie a-dreaming,
The stars are gleaming,
And there's music so entrancing,
Fireflies are dancing
To the sweet tune
That we love to croon,
That the thrushes sang in June,
Ke-wan-ee,
I hear you calling me,
And I'll come back to you soon.

Days go flying fast,
Soon when Winter's past
Then will come again Spring.

Flowers bloom here again
Leaves appear again
Bird songs clear again ring.

We'll be yearning
To be returning
To our Kamp and sing...

When the moon shines
Through the lonely pines
And the sleepy world has gone to rest,
I lie a-dreaming,
The stars are gleaming,
And there's music so entrancing,
Fireflies are dancing
To the sweet tune
That we love to croon,
That the thrushes sang in June,
Ke-wan-ee,
I hear you calling me,
And I'll come back to you soon.