The Campfire

We build a campfire in Bangor. I start singing a song until Mrs. Phred gets embarrassed about the neighbors. I have cod and beer batter for dinner tomorrow and everything for blueberry pie.

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
Oh, I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied

They said someday you'll find
All who love are blind
Oh, when your heart's on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eye

The Platters