When a camp is born, God will add his loving touch
Nature’s finest sketch and from the dust is born a paradise.

Blaisdell is the perfect scene christened by a sunny beam
Sparked by love of trusting hearts to build a dream.

From the corners of the earth many came to test her worth
Blaisdell had perfected all her skills from birth.

Fleecy clouds, the silvery sails are full
the wind is light and free
And voices swell with music.

From the embers fading glow
Flickering flames will whisper low
Ne’er forget the joyful hours that quickly flow.

(sung to When you wish upon a star)