We are tenting tonight on the old campground.
Give us a song to cheer.
Our weary hearts,
a song of home and friends we love so dear.
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight,
wishing for the war to cease.
Many are the hearts looking for the right to see the dawn of peace.
Tenting tonight,
tenting tonight,
tenting on the old campground.
Tenting tonight,
tenting tonight,
tenting on the old campground.
We've been tenting tonight on the old campground,
thinking of days gone by.
Of the loved ones at home that gave us
the hand and the tear that said goodbye.
Many are the hearts weary tonight,
wishing for the war to cease.
Many are the hearts looking for the right to see the dawn of peace.
Tenting tonight,
tenting tonight,
tenting on the old campground.
Tenting tonight,
tenting tonight,
tenting on the old campground.
We are tenting tonight on the old campground.
The fires are flickering low.
Still are the sleepers lying around as the sentinels come and go.
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight,
wishing for the war to cease.
Many are the hearts looking for the right to see the dawn of peace.
Tenting tonight,
tenting tonight,
tenting on the old campground.
Tenting tonight,
tenting tonight,
tenting on the old campground.
We are tired of war on the old campground.
Many are dead and gone.
Of the brave and true who left their homes,
and others been wounded long.
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight,
wishing for the war to cease.
Many are the hearts looking for the right
to see the dawn of peace.
Tenting tonight,
tenting tonight,
tenting on the old campground.
Tenting tonight,
tenting tonight,
tenting on the old campground.
We've been fighting today on the old campground.
Many are lying there.
Some are dead and some are dying.
And many are in tears.
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight,
wishing for the war to cease.
Many are the hearts looking for the right
to see the dawn of peace.
Dying tonight,
dying tonight,
dying on the old campground.
Dying tonight,
dying tonight,
dying on the old campground.