Lyrics

Oh how I long for a fine summer's night,
Up that old dirt road,
Where laughter shines with the firelight,
Til' a weary sunrise glows,

That August moon,
Fades too soon,
'Til we meet again

The songs and the stories pass on and on,
Under smoke drawn near,
Just two left standing in the early dawn,
When first light hits Combermere

That valley gold,
for all to hold,
and bring where we may go

Here for a time,
Under twilight,
Valley summer's night

Visions of some old pioneers
and a lonely cross-cut saw,
reappear when the smoke is clear in their
Fine red mackinaws,

That August moon,
Fades too soon,
'Til we meet again

Here for a time,
Under twilight,
Valley summer's night

That valley gold,
for all to hold,
and bring where we may go