Falcon Song — Download MP3
Falcon Song – Lyrics
No matter where I may roam, where the turns in my travels they take me
No matter how far or how long or how wrong that I’ve been down the track
There’s a place on the lake they call Falcon that can’t seem to shake me
And a feeling that follows me – keeps on calling me back.
And there’s an unlikely, ungainly bunch that have been drawn together
on which the life of this place on the lake they call Falcon depends
And they come and they go – in the springs and the falls and the summers …
Yet so many remain to be much more than fair weather friends.
Here’s to the hay-rakers and spaghetti makers;
Dining-hall-sweepers, lifeguards and beach-rakers
Here’s to the horse-shoers and dirty-dish-doers, popcorn and sno-cone makers, too
And me … And you.
Well there was Stackhouse and Winkle, the Basch’s and Uncle Bud, Nodoz and -Lefto-Man
Say, is that the one that came down here with Laurel? Or the one that came down here with Fan?
There was Given and Nelson, Volkwein and Devey; Say is that David W. or – David J?
Now to avoid grief for the rest of my life I’ll name just one more: Bruce Buzza.
Now, if we could count — the size and amount – of the care and the footsteps put in,
I know more or less – that you can only guess, but I think that I know who would win;
For facing flood, plague and scandal, financial famine, death, destruction and worse:
Here’s to the Hardmans: Jack and Jeannine [and Janice, Jay and Jeff], who surely deserve their own verse.
Now, I wrote this song – and I sang it for the folks down at Falcon
And Jack Hardman said “Hey Bike, there’s a couple of people you missed.”
Then I sang it for Fred Fargotstein and he said “Hey! I’m not in there… and I’ve been coming down here longer than Lefty!”
So I got out my pencil, and I added these names to the list:
Bill Lorimer, Al Gutten, Mike Braum and Pete Block; the Smiths and the Jones’ and the Craig’s,
Pedro and Pancho and Patches and Piglet; oh my what a great batch of legs.
There was Sugarfoot, Malibu, Janice and Debbi too, Karen and Carla and Tree.
Kirk and Diane and-a Bill and Sue Trethaway, Doctor John and – Stana Lee.
There were good neighbors Norman and Treushel and Oakie and Mousie and – Marilee
Old Corliss Hoffstetter, Steve Schecter, Rich Decker – and don’t forget – Charlie B. (that’s for Beringer)
Now if your name’s not in there, please don’t think I don’t care; you probably just didn’t rhyme
Then maybe again, we’ll get out the pen, and write you your own verse some time.
Until then:
Here’s to the hay-rakers and spaghetti makers;
Dining-hall-sweepers, lifeguards and beach-rakers
Here’s to the horse-shoers and dirty-dish-doers, popcorn and sno-cone makers, too
And me … And you.
Oh, here’s to the campers who eat all that mmm-good spaghetti (spaghetti,,, spaghetti… spaghetti….)
Here’s to the horses that eat all that mmm-mmm good hay (hey… hey… hey!)
Here’s to the folks – who’ve scattered like spokes, driftin’ further along down the track
And the feeling that finds ’em, sneaks up behinds ’em, grabs them and brings them on back
Yes on back to be expert hay-rakers and spaghetti makers;
Dining-hall-sweepers, lifeguards and beach-rakers
Here’s to the horse-shoers and dirty-dish-doers, popcorn and sno-cone makers, too
And me … And you.
