In My Dreams I’m Going Back to Gilwell

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  • In My Dreams I’m Going Back to Gilwell
When in the glow of a fire burning low,

There are moments I recall,

Back to my mind come the days far behind,

And the time that holds me over all.

Then the years fade away and again I can stray,

To paths of a brighter hue,

Where boys’ voices ring, where Youth is King,

And the skies again are blue.

In my dream I’m going back to Gilwell,
To the joys and the happiness I found,
On those grand weekends with my dear old friends,
And see the training ground.
Oh the grass is greener back in Gilwell.
And I breathe again the Scouting air,
While in memories, I see B.P.,
Who never will be far from there