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.