Campfire Planning Sheet
                           PROMOTE PARTICIPATION, FUN & FRIENDSHIP
                            
                           
                           
                           
                           | Date: | March ____, 2014 | 
                           
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                           | Campfire Leader: | ___________________________________ | 
                           
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                           | Campfire Theme: | Irish And Everything Green! | 
                           
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                           | Time Allowed: | 45 - 60 minutes | 
                           
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                           | Official Opening: | An Irish Welcome | 
                           
                           |   | Tsoona Campfire Opening (2-Part Round) – Dolores Rice | 
                           
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                           | Well Known Songs: | When Irish Eyes are Smiling - Ireland | 
                           
                           |   | Cockles & Mussels - Ireland | 
                           
                           |   | I’m a Little Shamrock | 
                           
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                           | Fun Songs: | Five Green and Speckled Frogs | 
                           
                           |   | The Little Green Frog | 
                           
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                           | Action Songs: | I’m a Little Leprechaun | 
                           
                           |   | The Unicorn - The Irish Rovers | 
                           
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                           | Rousing Song: | The Green Grass Grew All Around | 
                           
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                           | Quieter Songs: | Gypsy Rover | 
                           
                           |   | Danny Boy | 
                           
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                           | Story: | The Leprechaun Trap – Teresa Bateman | 
                           
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                           | Reflection: | All Through the Night | 
                           
                           |   | Irish Blessing | 
                           
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                           | Vespers & Taps: | Too Ra Loo Ra Loo
                           Ral - That's An Irish Lullaby | 
                           
                           |   | Taps | 
                            
                            
                           
                            
                           Here’s Cead míle fáilte to friend and
                           to rover
                           That’s a greeting
                           that’s Irish as Irish can be
                           It means you are welcome
                           A thousand times over
                           Wherever you come from,
                           Whosoever you be.
                            
                            
                           
                            
                           Hurry hurry hurry, hurry
                           hurry hurry campfire’s begun,
                           Hurry hurry hurry, hurry
                           hurry hurry chores are all done.
                           Dancing flames in red and
                           gold,
                           Songs and games both new
                           and old.
                           Hurray hurry hurry, hurry
                           hurry hurry campfire’s begun.
                            
                            
                           
                            
                           There's a tear in your eye,
And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be
                           there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile,
Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When
                           your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all
                           the while
And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.
Chorus:        
                           
                           When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure,
                           'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When
                           Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure,
                           they steal your heart away. 
For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine
                           more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song,
Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime
                           of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all
                           of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.
                            
                            
                           
                            
                           In Dublin's fair city,
                           where the girls are so pretty,
                           I first set my eyes
                           on sweet Molly Malone, 
                           As she pushed her
                           wheel barrow,
                           Through streets broad
                           and narrow, 
                           Crying cockles and
                           mussels alive, alive, Oh!
                            
                           Chorus:                             
                           
                           Alive, alive, Oh!
                           Alive, alive, Oh!
                           
                           Crying cockles and
                           mussels alive, alive, Oh!
                            
                           She was a fishmonger,
                           but it sure was no wonder, 
                           For so were her father
                           and mother before,
                           And they each pushed
                           their wheel barrow,
                           Through streets broad
                           and narrow, 
                           Crying cockles and
                           mussels alive, alive, Oh!
                            
                           She died of a fever
                           and no one could save her,
                           And that was the end
                           of sweet Molly Malone; 
                           Her ghost wheels her
                           barrow, 
                           Through streets broad
                           and narrow, 
                           Crying cockles and
                           mussels alive, alive, Oh!
                            
                            
                           
                           I'm a Little Shamrock (Tune:  I’m a Little Teapot)  
 
                            
                           I'm a little shamrock, (Hold fingers close together to represent something tiny)
See my
                           leaves. (Close one eye, and pretend to look
                           through magnifying glass)
Count my petals, (Symbolize counting on fingers)
If you please.
If you give me water and lots of sun, (Pretend to pour water)
I'll bring you good luck and lots of fun!  (Smile)
                            
                            
                           
                           Five Green and Speckled Frogs
 
                            
                           Five green and speckled frogs
                           sat on a speckled log 
Eating some most delicious bugs - YUM YUM! 
One jumped into the pool where it was nice and cool
                           
Then there were four green and speckled frogs.
                            
                           Four green and speckled frogs
                           sat on a speckled log 
Eating some most delicious bugs - YUM YUM! 
One jumped into the pool where it was nice and cool
                           
Then there were three green and speckled frogs.
                            
                           Three green and speckled
                           frogs sat on a speckled log 
Eating some most delicious bugs - YUM YUM! 
One jumped into the pool where it was nice
                           and cool 
Then there were two green and speckled frogs.
                            
                           Two green and speckled frogs
                           sat on a speckled log 
Eating some most delicious bugs - YUM YUM! 
One jumped into the pool where it was nice and cool
                           
Then there was one green and speckled frogs.
                            
                           One green and speckled frogs
                           sat on a speckled log 
Eating some most delicious bugs - YUM YUM! 
One jumped into the pool where it was nice and cool
                           
Then there were no green and speckled frogs.
                            
                            
                           
                            
                           Gar, lump, went the little green frog one day, 
Gar, lump, went the little green frog, 
Gar, lump,
                           went the little green frog one day,
So we all went 
                           Glump Glump Glump. 
But........
We all know frogs go la de da da da, 
la de da da da, 
la
                           de da da da, 
We all know frogs go la de da da da,
They don't go 
                           Glump Glump Glump
                            
                            
                           
                           I’m a Little Leprechaun (Tune:  I’m
                           a Little Teapot)
 
                            
                           I'm a little
                           leprechaun (Hands on hips)
                           Dressed in green,
                           (Point to shirt)
                           The tiniest
                           man (Hold thumb and index finger about an inch apart)
That you have seen. 
                           (Point to the other people)
If you ever catch me, so it's told, (Make a motion like you're grabbing
                           at a leprechaun)
I'll give you my big pot of gold.  (Make a motion
                           like you're giving something away)
                            
                            
                           
                           The Unicorn
                           - The Irish Rovers
 
                            
                           A
                           long time ago when the earth was green,
There were more kinds of animals than you’ve ever seen.
They’d run
                           around free while the earth was being born.
But the loveliest of all was the unicorn.
There were green alligators
                           and long neck geese,
Some humpty back camels and some chimpanzees,
Some cats and rats and elephants but sure as you’re
                           born 
                           The
                           loveliest of all was the unicorn. 
                           
Now
                           God seen some sinning and it gave him pain.
So he said “Stand back I’m gonna make it rain.”
And then
                           he said Hey Brother Noah, I’ll tell you what to do.
Build me a floating zoo and take some of them…….
There
                           were green alligators and long neck geese,
Some humpty back camels and some chimpanzees,
Some cats and rats and elephants
                           but sure as you’re born 
                           The
                           loveliest of all was the unicorn. 
                           
Well,
                           Noah was there to answer the call.
He finished building the ark as the rain started to fall.
He marched in the animals
                           two by two.
And called them as they went through. Hey Lord, I got your…..
Green alligators and long neck geese,
Some
                           humpty back camels and some chimpanzees,
Some cats and rats and elephants but sure as you’re born 
                           Don’t
                           you forget my unicorn. 
                           
Well,
                           Noah looked out through the driving rain.
The unicorns were hiding, playing silly games.
They were kicking and splashing
                           as the rain was pouring.
Oh them silly unicorns.
There were green alligators and long neck geese,
Some humpty
                           back camels and some chimpanzees,
Some cats and rats and elephants but sure as you’re born 
                           And
                           he just couldn’t wait for no unicorn.
                            
                           Now
                           the ark started moving and it drifted with the tide.
The unicorns looked up from the rocks and they cried.
And the water
                           came down and sort of floated them away.
(Spoken) And that’s why you’ve never seen a unicorn to this very day.
                           
                           You’ll
                           see some….
                            
                           There
                           were green alligators and long neck geese,
Some humpty back camels and some chimpanzees,
Some cats and rats and elephants
                           but sure as you’re born 
                           You’re never gonna see no unicorn.
                            
                           Actions
                            
                           Green
                           alligators…..Bring hands wide and then bring them together.
Long neck geese….Move hand on neck and then out
                           twice.
Humpty back camels…Move right arm up and down.
Chimpanzees….Make scratching motions and move feet.
Cats….Put
                           both hands above head.
Rats….Put both hands on side of face.
Elephants….Move both hands from face to the
                           ground like an elephants trunk.
As you’re born…Rock hands back and forth.
Unicorn…..Put 1 finger on
                           head and dance around.
                            
                            
                           
                            
                           There once was a tree (There once was a tree)
A pretty little tree (A pretty little tree)
The prettiest little tree (The prettiest little tree)
That you ever did see (That you ever did see)
Oh, the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this tree (Now on this tree)
There was a limb (There was a limb)
The prettiest little limb (The prettiest little limb)
That you ever did see (That you ever did see)
Oh, the limb on the tree, 
And the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
                            
                           Now on this limb (Now on this
                           limb)
There was a branch (There
                           was a branch)
The prettiest little branch (The prettiest little branch)
That you ever did see (That you ever did see)
Oh, the branch on the limb, 
And the limb on the tree, 
And the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this branch (Now on this branch)
There was a bough (There was a bough)
The prettiest little bough (The prettiest little bough)
That you ever did see (That you ever did see)
Oh, the bough on the branch, 
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree, 
and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this bough (Now on this bough)
There was a twig (There was a twig)
The prettiest little twig (The prettiest little twig)
That you ever did see (That you ever did see)
Oh, the twig on the bough, 
And the bough on the branch, 
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree, 
and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this twig (Now on this twig)
There was a leaf (There was a leaf)
The prettiest little leaf (The prettiest little leaf)
That you ever did see (That you ever did see)
Oh,
                           the leaf on the twig, 
And the twig on the bough, 
And the bough on the branch, 
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree, 
and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this leaf (Now on this leaf)
There was a nest (There was a nest)
The prettiest little nest (The prettiest little nest)
That you ever did see (That you ever did see)
Oh, the nest on the leaf, 
And the leaf on the twig, 
And the twig on the bough, 
And the bough on the branch, 
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree, 
and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now in this nest (Now in this nest) 
There was a bird (There
                           was a bird)
The prettiest little bird (The prettiest little bird) 
That you ever did see (That
                           you ever did see)
Oh, the bird in the nest, 
And the nest on the leaf, 
And the leaf on the twig, 
And the twig on the bough, 
And the bough on the branch, 
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree, 
and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this bird (Now in this bird)
There was a feather (There was a feather)
The prettiest little feather (The prettiest little feather)
That you ever did see (That you ever did see)
Oh,
                           the feather on the bird, 
And the bird in the nest, 
And the nest on the leaf, 
And the leaf on the twig, 
And the twig on the bough, 
And the bough on the branch, 
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree, 
and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this feather (Now in this
                           feather)
There was a flea (There
                           was a flea)
The prettiest little flea (The prettiest little flea)
That you ever did see (That you ever did see)
Oh, the flea on the feather, 
And the feather on the bird, 
And the bird in the nest, 
And the nest on the leaf, 
And the leaf on the twig, 
And the twig on the bough, 
And the bough on the branch, 
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree, 
and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
                            
                            
                           
                            
                           A gypsy rover came over the
                           hill 
Down through the valley so shady. 
He whistled and he sang 'til the green wood’s rang 
And he won the
                           heart of a lady.
                            
                           Chorus:        
                           
                           Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
                           Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
                           He whistled and he
                           sang 'til the green wood’s rang
                           And he won the heart
                           of a lady. 
                            
                           She left her father's castle
                           gate. 
She left her own fine lover. 
She left her servants and her state 
To follow her gypsy rover. 
                            
                           She left behind her velvet
                           gown
And shoes of Spanish leather
They whistled and they sang 'till the green wood’s rang
As they rode off
                           together
Last
                           night, she slept on a goose feather bed
With silken sheets for cover
                           
Tonight
                           she'll sleep on the cold, cold ground
Beside her gyspy lover
                            
                           Her father saddled up his
                           fastest stead 
And roamed the valley all over. 
Sought his daughter at great speed 
And the whistlin' gypsy rover.
                           
                            
                           He came at last to a mansion
                           fine 
Down by the river Claydee. 
And there was music and there was wine 
For the gypsy and his lady. 
                            
                           "Have you forsaken your house
                           and home?
Have you forsaken your baby?
Have you forsaken your husband dear?
For a whistling gypsy rover?"
                            
                           "He is no gypsy, my Father,"
                           she cried 
"but Lord of these lands all over. 
And I shall stay 'til my dying day 
with my whistlin' gypsy rover."
                           
                            
                            
                           
                            
                           Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
                           From glen to glen and down the mountain side,
                           The summer’s gone and all the roses falling,
                           It’s you, it’s you must go and
                           I must bide.
                            
                           But come ye back when summer’s in the
                           meadow,
                           Or when the valley’s hushed and white
                           with snow,
                           It’s I’ll be here in sunshine or
                           in shadow,
                           Oh, Danny Boy, oh, Danny Boy
                           I love you so!
                            
                            
                           
                           The
                           Leprechaun Trap – Teresa Bateman
 
                            
                           Michael O'Connor was a thief, and proud of it.
                            
                           "There's no one in Ireland cleverer than I am," he declared. "Why, taking gold from the foolish
                           is as easy as plucking apples from a tree. There are days when I think I could outwit even the leprechauns."
                            
                           Michael had long believed that cleverness was better than hard work and honesty, and he smiled
                           as he fingered the two gold coins in his pocket. 
                            
                           At that moment, he heard someone coming along the path behind him. He sneaked into the trees,
                           then parted the leaves to see what luck would bring. His eyes widened, for there, striding along as if he owned the world,
                           was a leprechaun!
                            
                           Leaping out, Michael grabbed the wee man by the back of his jacket. "Now I've got you!" he shouted.
                           "And I'll not let you go until you've given me your gold— and your name," he added, for he knew that a leprechaun's
                           name was his bond.
                            
                           The leprechaun hung there, pitiful and powerless. "Name is Daniel," he squeaked as Michael tightened
                           his grip. "And all right, I'll give you what gold I have, only let me go."
                            
                           "I'll not release you until I see the gold," Michael said prudently.
                            
                           With a sorrowful wave of the leprechaun's hand, a tiny pot appeared nearby.
                            
                           Michael O'Connor dropped his captive, seized the crock, then frowned when he saw only three gold
                           coins inside.
                            
                           What's this?" Michael asked. "Is this all the gold you have?"
                            
                           Daniel sighed. "Aye, and I'm lucky to have even that. My brother Liam's the clever one. He has
                           a mountain of gold coins, and is always bragging how nobody can outwit him. Now he'll laugh at me for having been outwitted
                           myself."
                            
                           Michael's eyes gleamed. "You say Liam has gold?" he asked.
                           "Aye," Daniel replied. "And he's always coming home with more that he's tricked from one person
                           or another. How he laughs at me and my three coins!"
                            
                           At that, Michael grinned. "It seems you're a small fish and there's a bigger one in the pond,"
                           he said. "I'll throw you back if you help me teach your brother a lesson."
                            
                           Daniel frowned. "It would be nice if this time I were the clever one," he said slowly. "All right.
                           
                            
                           I'll teach you how to build a leprechaun trap," he declared, "and see how my brother deals with
                           that!"
                            
                           So the pact was made, and they hurried to Michael's cottage. Under Daniel's direction, Michael
                           built a wooden trap with a door that would snap shut when something entered and with sturdy walls that offered no escape.
                           Now all they needed was bait.
                            
                           Daniel suggested shamrocks. "Leprechauns love them," he insisted.
                            
                           They hurried to a nearby meadow where Michael fell to his knees in the hot afternoon sun to scout
                           about for shamrocks.
                            
                           "I'd help you," Daniel shouted from the shade of a nearby tree, "only I would never be able to
                           resist the things myself. Best I just stay here."
                            
                           Finally, red and sweating, Michael clutched in his hand four drooping shamrocks. These he placed
                           in the trap, and Michael and Daniel settled down to wait the night away.
                            
                           The next morning the trap was sprung, but when Michael eagerly pried it open he found only a
                           rabbit, which hopped away. The shamrocks had been eaten.
                            
                           "Too bad," Daniel said. "You'd best take my wee pot of gold, and I'll be on my way. No need to
                           tell you more leprechaun secrets or let on about better bait."
                            
                           "Better bait?" Michael picked up the leprechaun and said, "Tell me more, or you'll wish you did."
                            
                           Daniel sagged in his hands. "Rainbows," he admitted. "Leprechauns love rainbows. Why do you suppose
                           we hide pots of gold at the ends of them?"
                            
                           "And where would I get a rainbow to toss into the trap?" Michael bellowed.
                            
                           "Easy," the leprechaun replied. "On a sunny day like today you'll find a beautiful rainbow in
                           the waterfall just down the river from here. It's one of my brother's favorite spots."
                           Michael dragged the trap out of the bushes, then hauled the heavy thing half a mile to the waterfall,
                           Daniel riding on top and giving directions.
                           Michael was scratched, hot, and exhausted by the time they arrived, but he didn't care once he
                           saw the rainbow dancing in the waterfall.
                            
                           "Just set the trap out under the falls," Daniel advised. "I'll tell you where. With luck, Liam's
                           gold will be yours before noon!"
                            
                           Michael dragged the trap into the river. At first the cool water felt wonderful, but soon he
                           was frozen through. He thought of the gold, however, and refused to quit. When the trap was finally set, Michael stumbled,
                           half-drowned, back to the warm rock where the leprechaun was dipping his toes in the water.
                            
                           Michael flopped down and fell into a shivering doze. He awoke to Daniel's shout.
                            
                           "You've caught something!"
                            
                           Back into the freezing water went Michael O'Connor. He retrieved the trap, but when he upended
                           it on the bank, three trout tumbled out and wriggled past his feet into the river again.
                            
                           Michael scowled. "I should just take your gold and be done with the matter."
                            
                           "Isn't that what I've been saying all along?" Daniel agreed. "Settle for my three coins. It's
                           not your fault if Liam's cleverer than you are."
                            
                           At this, Michael's eyes flashed. "Nobody's cleverer than I am," he declared. "I just need the
                           right bait." He glared at Daniel.
                            
                           "Well, gold's the best bait," Daniel said hesitantly, "but I didn't think you'd want to use it."
                            
                           "No problem," Michael replied. "I'll just use your pot of gold."
                            
                           "You can use it, but it won't tempt Liam," Daniel said. "If it did, he'd have already tricked
                           me out of it. To trap my brother you'd need much more gold. That's why I didn't suggest it before."
                            
                           This stopped Michael, but only for a moment. Then he pulled the two gold coins from his pocket.
                           "Would these help?" he asked.
                            
                           "It's better," Daniel admitted, "but Liam has a mountain of gold. It would take more than five
                           coins to interest him."
                            
                           Michael hurried home and dragged out the small chest where he kept all of his ill-gotten gains.
                           He hauled it to the river and opened it in front of Daniel.
                            
                           "Will this do?" he panted.
                           "Ah, there's a glorious sight," Daniel declared. "Add that to the rest, and it's sure to fetch
                           Liam."
                            
                           Michael O'Connor placed the gold in the trap and settled down to wait. But after an afternoon
                           in the hot sun, a night on the stony ground, and a morning in the river, he was worn out. First his head nodded, then it sagged,
                           then he was asleep entirely.
                            
                           A small voice came out of a nearby bush. "It's a grand trap you have there, Daniel."
                            
                           "Aye, Liam. The man's a dab hand at making a trap. It's a fine one indeed."
                            
                           "No better than our own," Liam replied with a grin.
                            
                           An hour later Michael's eyes fluttered open. He looked around in bewilderment. The leprechaun
                           was gone, and all the gold as well.
                            
                           For, indeed, it had been a fine leprechaun trap.
                            
                            
                           
                                                                                     
                           
                           Sleep my child and peace
                           attend thee 
                           All through the night 
                           Guardian angels, God will
                           send thee 
                           All through the night 
                            
                           Soft the drowsy hours are
                           creeping 
                           Hill and vale in slumber
                           sleeping 
                           I my loving vigil keeping
                           
                           All through the night
                            
                           While the moon her watch
                           is keeping 
                           All through the night 
                           While the weary world is
                           sleeping 
                           All through the night 
                            
                           O'er thy spirit gently stealing
                           
                           Visions of delight revealing
                           
                           Breathes a pure and holy
                           feeling 
                           All through the night
                            
                            
                           
                            
                           May the road rise up to
                           meet you.
                           May the wind be always at
                           your back.
                           May the sunshine warm upon
                           your face,
                           The rain fall soft upon your fields
                           
                           And until we meet again
                           someday,
                           May God hold you in the
                           palm of God’s hand.
                           May the memories that we
                           have shared linger on and on.
                            
                            
                           
                            
                           Over in Killarney,
Many years ago,
Me mither sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just
                           a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way,
And I'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.
                           
Chorus:        
                           
                           Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Hush,
                           now don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
                           That's an Irish lullaby.
Oft, in dreams I wander
To that cot again,
I feel her arms a huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And
                           I hear her voice a humin'
To me as in days or yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.
                            
                            
                           
                            
                           Day is done
                           Gone the sun
                           From the lake,
                           From the hills,
                           From the sky, 
                           All is well
                           Safely rest
                           God is nigh.