Oh Yea! This was one of my all-time favorites at Camp Whip-Poor-Will Hills in Morrow,Ohio (1953-1957).

"Land of the Silver Birch,
Home of the beaver,
Where once the mighty moose,
Wandered at will.
Blue lake and rocky shore,
I will return once more,
Boomdidiahda,boomdidiahda,boo-oo-oom.

High on a rocky ledge,
I'll build my wigwam,
Close to the forest's edge,
Silent and still.
Blue lake and rocky shore,
I will return once more,
Boomdidiahda,boomdidiahda,boo-oo-oom.

Swift as a silver fish,
Canoe of birch bark,
O're mighty waterways,
Carry me forth.
Blue lake and rocky shore,
I will return once more,
Boomdidiahda,boomdidiahda,boo-oo-oom.

My heart grows sick for thee,
Here in the lowlands,
I will return to thee,
Hills of the north.
Blue lake and rocky shore,
I will return once more,
Boomdidiahda,boomdidiahda,boo-oo-oom."

Frankly,"boomdidiahda" never seemed authentically Native American to me,but who am I to question the larger wisdom of camp songs?

This song has a lovely melody which I can't begin to describe. Anyone out there know where the tune came from and can explain it?

-Elsa-