FScouter 24 Posted August 31, 2003 Share Posted August 31, 2003 I have fond memories of sitting around the campfire singing songs as a child. My mother used to sing a camp song she learned while a member of the Girl Reserves in the 30s. I remember the tune, but only a few words: Oh Mr. Moon, Moon, Mr. Silvery Moon Up in the sky so high ? And to the Girl Reserves we will always be true ? Oh wont you please shine down on me. Does anybody know the words? Is the Mudcat.org website still in operation? Link to post Share on other sites
scoutldr 732 Posted September 1, 2003 Share Posted September 1, 2003 Mr. Sun Oh, Mister Sun, Sun, Mister golden Sun, Please shine down on me! Oh, Mister Sun, Sun, Mister golden Sun Hiding behind a tree. These little children are asking you, To please come out so they can play with you. Oh, Mister Sun, Sun, Mister golden Sun, Please shine down on me! Oh, Mister Moon, Moon, bright and silvery moon, Please shine down on me! Oh, Mister Moon, Moon, bright and silvery moon, Come from behind that tree. I like to ramble and I like to roam, But I like to find myself at home. When the moon, moon, bright and silvery moon, comes shining down on me. (repeat 1st verse) Link to post Share on other sites
OldGreyEagle 5 Posted September 1, 2003 Share Posted September 1, 2003 Whats so great about folksongs is everyone has a different twist: Oh Mister Moon, moon, bright and silvery moon Wont you please shine down on me. Oh Mister Moon, moon, bright and silvery moon Hiding behind that tree. Cant you see the man with the big shotgun. Hes gonna shoot you if you start to run. Oh Mister Moon, moon, bright and silvery moon, Wont you please shine down on, talk about about your shining Wont you please shine down on me Link to post Share on other sites
LauraT7 13 Posted September 10, 2003 Share Posted September 10, 2003 ok - here's one i love - but i swear there is another verse to it - must be, as it's supposed to be a canadian voyagers song, and they went on and on... My heart has but one home, From which I'll never roam, Land of true happiness, Canadian wilderness. The call of the lonely loon, coyotes howlin' at the moon, wind whispering thru the trees, thats the canadian breeze, Smoke rising from the fire, up thru the trees in a stately spire, sun goes down,the evening glows, through the trees the north wind blows. My heart has but one home, From which I'll never roam, Land of true happiness, Canadian wilderness. Link to post Share on other sites
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