THE ‘W’ IN WINONA
The “W” in Winona means
A welcome here for you.
The “I” imparts integrity
And the “N” noble life and true.
The “O” and “N” mean on the job
and the “A” always ready to say
That the best in us
Is the kind for W-I-N-O-N-A.
HURRAH FOR CAMP WINONAGONIC
Hurrah for Camp Winonegonic
Long may there be
Six camps by the Lakeside
So happy and so free.
Never more shall we be parted
‘Till the summer’s o’er.
So hurrah for Camp Winonagonic
And shout no more.
THE PINES OF WINONA
Let me stay ‘neath the pines of Winona
Let me sleep where the breezes blow.
Let me live with the best old comrades
That a boy ever came to know.
Let me learn from the men who are with us
What it means to be staunch and true
Let me come every year, yes forever
Tis the place for me and you.
Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills,
From the sky;
All is well, safely rest;
God is nigh.
STARS IN THE BLUE
Often at twilight I gaze o’er the lake
Watching the sky in the west
Slowly the bright in the sun turns to gold
All nature seems at rest.
I turn my eyes to the stars in the blue
Thinking of camp time and you.
Then off to dreamland a prayer on my lips
I pledge my friendships a new.
WI-NO-NA, the pride of our youth with its dreams,
We her-ald thy praises a-broad,
And lift up our hearts in a jubilee song
To the hills and the mountains of God.
On the shore of our lake stand the tall friendly pines
The sun sifting through them by day,
By night the soft rays of the moon and the stars,
Lighting calmly and surely our way.
The lives that our founders have lived and their songs
Have brightened the way we have trod.
Our lives, like the lives of our founders are true
To thine honor, our country and God.
God gives us the strength in the light of our past
To live with true courage for thee,
And show to the world the rich beauty of life
And of truth in the years yet to be.
GATHERED ‘ROUND THE CAMP FIRE
Gathered ‘round the camp-fire
Pals of summer time,
Watching glowing embers
Watching white smoke climb,
Shadows hover ‘round us
As the fire-light dies.
Closer ever clo-ser
Bind-ing friendship’s ties.
BACK TO WINONA WITH YOU
Back to Winona with you,
Back with my old friends and new,
Back to the mountains and lakes,
Back to my camp.
I want to climb, climb old Pleasant again,
Laugh at the sky when it rains.
I want to see all those sun-sets grand, down in Maine
‘ROUND THE OLD CAMP FIRE
‘Round the old camp fire
in ‘mongst the pines
List’ning to stories,
While shite smoke climbs
Stares in the heavens,
Sun’s in the west
While from the shadows
Come peace and rest.