Summer season is over. Camping days now are done. And within our heart, how we hate to part. From our own Camp Kahagon. All the days we have spent here. All the hours of fun. Now it's time to leave, but our hearts will grieve. For our own Camp Kahagon. But though we go, this much we know. We will return some day. And until we do, we will think of you. And each night we will pray. That we'll soon be together. Reunited as one. 'Til our dreams come true we will pine for you. And the days spent at Kahagon.
