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GREY GENS DE GUERRE
ALMA MATER

(Greensleeves)

As morning fades into evening mist,

So our youth must fade as years drift on.

Let our hearts be glad in remembering

Ranger mem'ries will never be gone.

Fond thoughts of our lake and trees,

Of our friends, our choice, our loyalties

Will live in our memories,

Recalling with love our Camp Ranger.

(Repeat this refrain, humming until we sing)

Fond thoughts of our lakes and trees,

Of our friends, our joys, our loyalties

Will live in own memories,

Recalling with love our Camp Ranger.