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Songs 1-30, 31-60, 61-90  91-119
 

91-102
91.  MOUNTAIN TOP (Amy Grant)
I love to sing and I love to pray,
Worship the Lord most every day,
I go to the temple and I want to stay,
Far from the bustle of the world and its ways.

I’d love to live on a mountaintop,
Fellowshipping with the Lord.
I’d love to stand on the mountaintop
’Cause I love to feel my spirit soar,
But I’ve got to come down from the mountaintop
To the people in the valley below
Or they’ll never know that they can go
To the mountain of the Lord.
Now praising the Father is a good thing to do,
Worship the Trinity in spirit and truth,
But if we worship all of the time,
There would be no one to lead the blind.

I am not saying that worship is wrong,
Worship is more than just singing a song,
It’s all that you say and everything that you do,
It’s letting the spirit live through you.

92. DON’T DISTURB THE LADYBUG
Don’t disturb the ladybug,
Sleeping by the spider’s web,
And if you see a butterfly,
Don’t try to catch it in your net.
It’s taken such a long, long time,
To make this very special place,
Open up your soul and mind,
To all it has to say.

Be still, take it in a while,
Feel the sunshine, warm upon your face,
You’ll feel, when it makes you smile,
Like you’re welcome to the human race.

Everybody sees a part
Of what this life can really be,
But no one sees like you can see,
When you let your mind flow free.
The wind is blowing through the trees,
A song that everyone can learn.
God is playing hide-and-seek,
Everywhere you turn.

93. TODAY
Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
I’ll taste your strawberries,
I’ll drink your sweet wine.
A million tomorrows will all pass away
’Ere I forget all the joys that are mine-- today.

I’ll be a dandy and I’ll be a rover,
You’ll know who I am by the songs that I sing,
I’ll feast at your table, I’ll sleep in your clover,
Who cares what the morrow shall bring?

Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
I’ll taste your strawberries,
I’ll drink your sweet wine.
A million tomorrows will all pass away
’Ere I forget all the joys that are mine today.

I can’t be contented with yesterday’s glories,
I can’t live on promises winter to spring,
Today is my moment and now is my glory
I’ll laugh, and I’ll cry and I’ll sing.

Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine...

94. GIMME A ROSE
Gimme a rose in the wintertime
When they are hard to find.
Gimme a rose in the wintertime,
I’ve got roses on my mind.
Roses sweet—anytime—and yet,
Gimme a rose in the wintertime,
How easy we forget.

Gimme a smile when I’m feeling blue
When smiles are hard to find.
Gimme a smile when I’m feeling blue
I’ve got smiles upon my mind.
Smiles are sweet…

Gimme a friend when I’m all alone
When friends are hard to find.
Gimme a friend when I’m all alone
I’ve got friendship on my mind.
Friends are sweet…

Gimme peace when there is talk of war
When peace is hard to find.
Gimme peace when there is talk of war
I’ve got peace upon my mind.
Peace is sweet…

Gimme a rose…

95. HE IS ALIVE
He is alive!  He is alive!
I can see above the clouds and,
I can hear Him call my name out loud!

He is alive!  He is alive!
He has come that we may have life
And more life than we have known before!

He is alive!  He is alive!  He is alive!

96. BLIND MAN
Blind man stood by the way and cried.
Blind man stood by the way and cried.
Blind man stood by the way and cried
“Oh, show me the way”,
Show me the way,
Show me the way,
The way to go home.

Poor man stood by the way and cried.
Poor man stood by the way and cried.
Poor man stood by the way and cried
“Oh, beg me the way”,
Beg me the way,
Beg me the way,
The way to go home.

Rich man stood by the way and cried.
Rich man stood by the way and cried.
Rich man stood by the way and cried.
“Oh, buy me the way”,
Buy me the way,
Buy me the way,
The way to go home.

Jesus stood by the way and cried.
Jesus stood by the way and cried.
Jesus stood by the way and cried.
“Oh, I am the way”,
I am the way (and the truth and the light),
I am the way (and the truth and the light),
The way to go home.

Blind man!

97. THREE LITTLE PINE TREES
(Renee Coale)
Three little pine trees, ever so small,
Growing in the forest, growing tall, tall.
They know their days are numbered,
For the woodsman lives nearby.
Some day he will cut down the trees,
And I will tell you why.

Like people, God made the trees
With a special goal for each,
And so the little trees must pray
And try this goal to reach.

“God wants me for a cradle,
Said the first little tree,
“So I can hold a tiny babe,
And cuddle him, don’t you see”.

“Not I,” said the second little tree,
“It’s a ship God wants me to be,
The grandest ship that ever
Was to sail the Seven Seas.”

“Oh I just know they won’t take me,
For I must grow straight and tall,
So I can point the way to God
For the great men and the small”.

So, alas, the years did pass,
And quickly came the time
For the woodsmen to come to the forest
And cut the trees in their prime.

The first little tree was almost ripe,
For the woodsmen cut him down.
Instead of a cradle, a manger he became,
In a stable in Bethlehemtown.

The second little tree was cut down, too,
But he never sailed the Seven Seas.
Instead, he became a fishing boat
Off the shores of Galilee.

They also cut down the third little tree,
And he wept as they hauled him away,
For he knew something terrible was going to happen
To all of mankind that day.

They cut him in two, and made him into a cross
And upon him they laid a Man.
It was then that he knew he was pointing the way
To God through those nail-pierced hands.

98. IT’S A HAPPY DAY
It’s a happy day, and I thank God for the weather,
It’s a happy day, and I’m living it for my Lord,
It’s a happy day; things just couldn’t get better,
Living each day by the promises of God’s word.

It’s a crummy day, and I can’t stand the weather,
It’s a crummy day; I’m living it for myself,
It’s a crummy day; things couldn’t get much worse,
Living each day with my Bible up on the shelf.

99. HA-LA-LA-LA
Ha-la-la-la  la-la  la-le-lu-ja
Ha-la-la-la  la-le  lu-ja!
Ha-la-la-la  la-la  la-le-lu-ja
Ha-la-la-la  la-le lu-ja!

Give someone a smile
Give a smile next to ya’
Give someone a smile
And sing along…

Be somebody’s friend
Be a friend next to ya’…

Give someone a hand,
Give a hand next to ya’…

Give someone a hug,
Give a hug next to ya’…

Scratch somebody’s back,
Scratch a back next to ya’…

Praise be to God,
Be to God forever,
Praise be to God, forevermore!....

100. FOR ALL WE KNOW
For all we know,
We may never meet again,
Our camp will grow,
Making memories sweet again.
We’ll not say good-bye,
We’ll never be parted.
We’ll join hands and hearts,
For the friendships we started.

Our camping days
Seem to only be a dream,
They come and go,
Like the ripples on a stream.
Heart O’ the Hills will remain,
Like to tune of an old refrain,
And live in our hearts again,
For all we know.

101. I WANT TO LINGER
Um, um, I want to linger,
Um, um, a little longer,
Um, um, a little longer here with you.
Um, um, oh what a perfect night,
Um, um, it doesn’t seem quite right,
Um, um, that this should be our last with you.

Um, um, and come September,
Um, um, we will remember,
Um, um, our camping days and friendships true.

Um, um, and as the years go by,
Um, um, we’ll think of you and sigh,
Um, um, this is good night, and not good-bye.

(Hum through one verse)
(Slower:)
Um, um, and as the years go by,
Um, um, we’ll think of you and sigh,
Um, um, this is good night, and not good-bye.

102. HOW DID WE COME TO MEET HERE? (Nancy Burkhalter)
How did we come to meet here?
What caused our paths to blend?
What fate brought you to this camp  
Where you became my friend?
We’ve roamed these hills together,
And shared our fondest dreams.
The spirit fire was kindled,
And we learned to follow its gleam.

It’s right here at the Heart,
That we’ve learned to grasp,
The meaning of the real worth
Of true friendship,
Born to last.

And when we say farewell,
It shall not mean good-bye,
The joys that we have shared here,
We know will never die.
The Pawnees and the Shawnees,
Who strive for truth and right,
The things that we have learned here
Will always be our guiding light.

 

103-119
103. REMEMBER
Remember the times we’ve had here,
Remember when you’re away,
Remember the friends you’ve made here,
And don’t forget to come back some day,
Remember the blazing campfires,
The sparkling waters too,
For you belong to Heart O’ the Hills,
And Heart O’ the Hills belongs to you,
Remember….

104. JESUS WALKED
Jesus walked this lonesome valley,
He had to walk it by himself;
For nobody else could walk it for him;
He had to walk it by himself.

You must walk this lonesome valley,
You have to walk it by yourself,
For nobody else can walk it for you,
You have to walk it by yourself.

Jesus had to stand his trials,
He had to stand them by himself.
For nobody else couldl stand them for him,
He had to stand them by himself.

You must go and stand your trials,
You have to stand them by yourself;

For nobody else can stand them for you,
You have to stand them by yourself.

105. KUM BA YA
Kum ba ya, my Lord, Kum ba ya.
Kum ba ya, my Lord, kum ba ya.
Kum ba ya, My Lord, kum ba ya.
O, Lord, kum ba ya.

Someone’s crying Lord, kum ba ya.
Someone’s crying Lord, kum ba ya.
Someone’s crying Lord, kum ba ya.
Oh, Lord, kum ba ya.

Someone’s praying …..
Someone’s singing …

Come by here, Lord…..

106. GOD’S LITTLE CANDLES
The angels are lighting, God’s little candles.
Softly they glow as the day says good-bye.
The angels are lighting, God’s little candles.
We call them stars, they’re our friends in the sky.

The cares of the day like clouds roll away,
When stars twinkle through night’s curtain of blue.
Yes, the angels are lighting God’s little candles,
We know it’s time to be dreaming again.

107. SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT
Chorus:
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan,
And what did I see?
Coming for to carry me home.
A band of angels,
Comin’ after me.
Coming for to carry me home.
        Chorus:

If you get there before I do,
Coming for to carry me home.
Tell all my friends I’m comin’ too.
Coming for to carry me home.
        Chorus:

The brightest day that I ever saw,
Comin’ for to carry me home.
When Jesus washed my sins away,
Coming for to carry me home.
        Chorus:

I’m sometimes up and sometimes down.
Coming for to carry me home.
But still my soul feels heavenly bound.
Coming for to carry me home.
        Chorus:
 

108. JACOB’S LADDER
We are climbing, Jacob’s ladder.
We are climbing, Jacob’s ladder.
We are climbing, Jacob’s ladder.
Soldiers of our God…
Every round goes higher, higher.
Sinner, do you love our Father?
If you love Him, why not serve Him?
We are climbing higher, higher.

109. UP IN THE AIR JUNIOR BIRDMEN
Up in the air, Junior birdmen.
Up in the air, upside down.
Up in the air, Junior birdmen.
Keep your nose right to the ground.


110. HAVE YOU EVER IN YOUR LIFE
Have you ever, ever, ever, in your long-legged life,
Seen a long-legged sailor and his long-legged wife?
No I’ve never, ever, ever, in my long-legged life,
Seen a long-legged sailor and his long-legged wife.

Short-legged sailor
Pigeon-toed sailor
Bow-legged sailor
Knock-kneed sailor
Pointed-headed sailor
Have you ever, ever, ever, in your long-legged life,
Seen a short-legged sailor, with a pigeon-toed wife.
No I’ve never, ever, ever, in my bow-legged life,
Seen a knock-kneed sailor, with a pointed-headed
wife.

111. THE MORE WE GET TOGETHER
The more we get together, together, together,
The more we get together, the happier we’ll be.
For your friends are my friends,
And my friends are your friends.
The more we get together, the happier we’ll be.

We should get acquainted, acquainted, acquainted.
Oh, we should get acquainted, both your friends and
mine.
If your friends like my friends,
And my friends like your friends,
We’ll all be friends together.
Now won’t that be fine?

112. CINDY
Chorus:
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy.
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy.
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy.
I’ll marry you someday.

I wish I was an apple, a hanging on a tree.
And every time my Cindy passed,
She’d take a bite of me. (Chorus)

I went to see my Cindy,
She met me at the door,
Shoes and stockings in her hand,
And feet all over the floor. (Chorus)

She took me in the parlor.
She cooled me with her fan.
She said that I was the prettiest thing,
In the shape of mortal man. (Chorus)

Now Cindy has religion,
She had it once before,
But when she heard my banjo play,
She was the first one on the floor. (Chorus)

I wish I had a needle,
As fine as I could sew,
I’d sew that gal to my coat tail,
And down the road we’d go. (Chorus)

It’s Cindy in the springtime,
It’s Cindy in the fall,
If I can’t have my Cindy,
I’ll have no gal at all. (Chorus)

113. GUADALUPE VALLEY
(Red River Valley)
From this valley they say you are going.
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile.
For you take with you all of the sunshine,
That has brightened our lives for awhile.

So come sit by my side, little camper.
Do not hasten to bid me adieu.
But, remember the Guadalupe Valley,
And the counselor who loved you so true.

114. MY GRANDFATHER’S CLOCK
My grandfather’s clock was too tall for the shelf,
So it stood 90 years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a penny’s weight more.

It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and his pride;
But it stopped, short, never to go again,
When the old man died.

Ninety years without slumbering, tick-tock, tick-tock.
His life’s seconds numbering, tick-tock, tick-tock.
But it stopped, short, never to go again,
When the old man died.

115. NOW THE DAY COMMENCES
Now the day commences,
Let us make a prayer,
Thanking God for all His gifts so rare;

Thank Him for the flowers,
Singing birds, and trees,
And His wondrous light
that shines on land and seas.

116. DE BOATMAN
Oh, de boat-man dance,
And de boatman sing,
De boat-man good for everything.

When de boat-man come on the shore
He spends his money and he works for more.

Yo-Ho!  De boat-man row,
Up an’ down the river in his old beauteau.

Yo-Ho!  De boat-man row,
Up and down the river in his old beauteau.

117. DEAR O’ HEART
(Tune: You’re A Grand Ole Flag)
You’re a grand old camp,
You’re a wonderful camp,
And you always and always will be.
When we’re here with you,
Our dreams come true,
Dear Heart, we are faithful to thee.

We have watched you grow,
We have told you hello,
And we never will say goodbye.
Our hearts are true,
We’re all for you,
Dear Heart you will never die!

118. CAMP DAYS
Camp days, Camp days,
Good old golden camp days,
Swimming and riding, and lots of fun,
Working and playing beneath the sun,
Might be a camper large or small,
But we have got it on the ball.
Heart O’ the Hills we love you so
We’re Heart girls and OH SO PROUD.

119. WE ARE THE HEART GIRLS
(Tune:  Little Brown Jug)
We are the Heart girls, can’t you see
Brown little Indians in tepees.
We like to hike and we like to climb;
We’re having fun just all the time

                Chorus:
Ha Ha Ha – You and me
Happy little Indians, can’t you see!
Ha Ha Ha – You and me,
Happy little Indians, can’t you see!

Everyday is quite a treat,
Because The Heart just can’t be beat.
We have Shawnees, Pawnees too.  
Both are tribes just made for you.
                Chorus  (repeated)