The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

Song

We'll remember our CYO summer
Far away when the winter winds blow
We'll remember the friends that we made here
And the joys that we all came to know.

When the moon made a pathway of silver
And the lake stretched away far below
It was there in the stillness of evening
That the treasures of life can be known.

Data entry tech comment:

Informant and collector are the same person.

Where learned: MICHIGAN ; DETROIT