HAGAN – THROUGH THE EYES OF A 15-YEAR OLD CAMPER (1961)
As I look forward to summer days
I dream of things in many ways,
Of summer’s sweet and gentle breeze
Rustling through the tree’s green leaves,
But as the summer grows so near
There’s one place that I hold dear.
It’s just a summer camp, Hagan is its name,
And it’s never been bestowed with glory or with fame.
It’s nestled in the mountains there
Without a worry or a care.
In the background the mountains lie,
While the Delaware flows on by.
As I sit here I can picture it all,
The Korn Kribbe, the Rat Trap and, of course, Great Hall.
I will always treasure Hagan ever dear
The memories and friends made each year.
At Hagan where the mountains lie
I could ever dwell ‘til the day I die.