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Come Touch a Spark


Come touch a spark to the white birch bark Come gather ’round the campfire o’ The twigs shall snap and the flames leap free As the sparks rise higher and higher o’ ‘Til the spicy smell of the wood smoke dies ‘Til the last red ember is dropping slow Come all at Carysbrook, gather ’round And dream by the ember’s ruddy glow


This is another version of the song. These are the complete words (you can substitute the name of your camp in as needed.


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