PACK UP YOUR SORROWS

           By Feldman & Linn

Chorus:                 If somehow you could pack up your sorrows

                                And give them all to me.

                                You would lose them; I know how to use them.

                                Give them all to me.

No use crying, talking to a stranger.

Naming the sorrows you’ve seen,

Cause there’s too many bad times

And too many sad times,

And nobody knows what you mean.

Repeat chorus.

No use rambling, walking in the shadows,

Trailing a wandering star,

With no one beside you

And no one to guide you,

And nobody knows where you are.

Repeat chorus.

No use roaming, walking by that roadside,

Seeking a satisfied mind.

There’s to many highways

And too many byways,

And nobody’s walking behind.

Repeat chorus.

                PASS IT ON

It only takes a spark to get a fire going.

And soon all those around can warm up in its glowing.

That’s how it is with God’s love:

Once you’ve experienced it, you spread His love to everyone

You want to pass it on.

What a wondrous time is spring, when all the trees are budding.

The birds begin to sing, the flowers start their blooming.

That’s how it is with God’s love:

Once you’ve experienced it, you want to sing –it’s fresh like spring

You want to pass it on.

I wish for you my friend, this happiness that I’ve found.

You can depend on Him.  It matters not where you’re bound.

I’ll shout it from the mountain top. I want the world to know

The Lord of love has come to me

I want to pass it on.

                PHIL’S OUR BOYFRIEND

Oh, Phil’s our boyfriend, la de da de da da.

Hey, hey, whadaya say?  Phil’s our boyfriend now.

We know he likes us, don’t get us wrong.

I’ve got a hunch that we’ll get along.

Oh Phil’s our boyfriend, la de da de da da.

Hey, hey, whadaya say?  Phil’s our boyfriend now.

                PHIL’S SONG

There’s a camp that I love in this country so grand.

A camp in the valley, the green hills among.

Where nature has painted the woods and the rills.

No scene ‘ere so stirs me, no picture so thrills.

I love the dear hills and the camp nestling there,

With its lakes and its meadows, its singing birds rare.

Oh, I love the dear days that in memory shine,

Oh, Pokagon, Pokagon, Pokagon for mine.

                PICTURE A SPOT

Picture a spot of beauty rare, picture a sky so blue and fair.

Paint it with rainbow hues so so bright,

Then tone it down with shades of night.

Frame it with inspiration true, then let it fill the hearts of you.

A picture of Camp Pokagon ‘twill be, a challenge to you and to me.

                THE PRINCESS PAT

The Princess Pat lived in a tree.

She sailed across the seven seas.

She sailed across the channel too

And took with her a rick of bamboo.

Chorus:                 A rick of bamboo – now what is that?

                                It’s something made by the Princess Pat.

                                It’s red and gold and purple too.

                                That’s why it’s called a rick of bamboo.

Now Captain Jack had a mighty fine crew.

He sailed across the channel too.

Now his ship sank and yours will too

If you don’t take a rick of bamboo.

Repeat chorus