~ The Isle ~

The isle of joy and laughter
Of friendships ever after
The lake, the trees, the breath of a breeze
Bring cherished memories

The smell of woodsmoke in the air
Of camping days without a care
The mountains, lake and birches tall
Are gifts of God to all.

[hum verse]

When night has come and day is through
The moon is rising fresh and new
To Eagle Isle we all shall raise
Our heartfelt thanks and praise.