We were dancing ‘round the campfire
Sparkling flames they lit up high
Past the fence through fireflies
You said you dreamed I had laser beam eyes

A summer breeze blows through the leaves of the oaks and the other trees
Telling stories that are half true and inspiring plots out of the blue
I don’t want to leave this place, at least not until it rains

The woods are dark, we’re not afraid
You say I pull the full moons face
I say you are a big fat liar
You say - so’s the moon, ha, in yer face!

A summer breeze blows through the leaves of the oaks and the other trees
Telling stories that are half true and inspiring plots out of the blue
I don’t want to leave this place, at least not until it rains