The driftwood fire

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