We made a driftwood fire
You and I
Where forest birds were dreaming
And a bad brown owl was scheming
As a baby star was gleaming
Soft and shy

The gray mist smoke grew gold
Gold and blue
And the thrilling shadows creeping
Where the jeweled flames were leaping
Carried dreams of woodbirds sleeping
Close to you

We heard a nightlark call
Far and clear
And the answer's deep sonfessing
Soothed by silence sweet, caressing
Brought the wonder of God's blessing
Very near