Just found the following at http://www.camplightfoot.org/songs/generalsongs.htm

WITCHCRAFT

If there were witchcraft,
I'd make two wishes
A winding road that beckons me to roam.
And then I'd wish for a blazing campfire
To welcome me when I'm returning home.
But in this real world, there is no witchcraft
And golden wishes never grow on trees.
Our fondest daydreams must be the magic
To bring us back happy memories
Mem'ries that linger, constant and true
Mem'ries we cherish, campers friends, of you.

I need no witchcraft
To tread the old trail
'Neath whisp'ring trees to where a camp fire burns;
No magic crystal to bring before me.
Dear campers scenes on pages time has turned.
For oft in firelight my mem'ry traces
The forms of campers' friends who gathered there;
I see them stand with uplifted faces
And hear again the Indian tribal prayer.
Mem'ries that linger, constant and true
Mem'ries we cherish, campers' friends, of you.