We have camp fired here, Repeat by the deep blue sea, Repeat ‘neath the slender tree, Repeat on a lonesome isle. Repeat All that we hold dear, in the north or south, Can be seen so clear, in the golden glow. When the sun goes down, everything is still, And our campfire song, Echoes from the hill. We have camp fired here, by the deep fjord, and the slender tree, on Norwegian soil.
the leader sings and the group repeats becoming the echo.
This is great on a summers evening as the sun sets.