Here in this village you may see. Children living happily. Different race and different land. Here we come to understand. One another’s point of view. Learning. Here you can download the Song Book. SONG BOOK. CISV SONG. C F C. Here in this village you may see. F C G. Children living happily. Walters Songbook. Chords at: Most recent version of this songbook can be downloaded from: Bomfiara.

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Here in this village you may see. Different race and different land.

Here we come to understand. Learning through the things we do. How alike am I to you. Here we live and eat and sleep. Talk and laugh and sometimes weep. Here we share our hopes and fears. Build a bridge across the years. Sow a seed and plant fisv tree. Beneath whose branches there may be.

All the nations gathered free. That our children so may grow.

In a world we did not know. Sharing all they have to give. Learning how to love and live. In our hands the future lies. Seize the moment there it flies. Stamp the present with an act. Dare skngbook make our dreams a fact.

Bomfiara, bomfiara, bomfiara, bomfiara. I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills. I love the flowers, I love the daffodils.

I live to love, I love to live for all these beautiful things. Fiara, bomfiara, bomfiara, bomfiara, bomfiara. I love the village, I love snogbook people here. I love the feeling, I love the atmosphere. Vi er alle matte nu.


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Mmm, mmm a little longer. Mmmmmm a little longer here with you. Mmm, mmm It’s such a perfect night. Mmm, mmm it doesn’t seem quit right.

Mmm, mmm that it should be my last with you. Mmm, mmm and comes September. Mmm, mmm and I’ll remember. Mmm, mmm my camping days of friendship true.

Mmm, mmm and as the years go by. Mmm, mmm I’ll think off you and sigh.

Mmm, mmm it’s just goodnight and not goodbye. I love my monito, yes I do. I love my monito but I won’t tell you. I’ve songbooi a feeling warm and gay. When she casts her eyes my way.

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I will reveal her name sonybook day. But who she is I will not say-ay-ay-ay. We’ve got a loud loud bang bang rattle bang bang. Let’s make plenty of noise. We love everyone of you. We’ve got a soft soft shh shh rattle shh shh. Let’s not make any noise. Tiny drops of dew of dew, like a gem you are. I believe you must have been a star.

We all live as one big family. Little gifts of love, of love. Mean so much to me. Why could it not always like this be. Tiny drops of dew of dew.

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Now the camp has ended. We had fun when we all lived as one. Going on a lionhunt. I ‘m not scared. Look at all these flowers. Some grass, some long green grass. I can’t get over it. I can’t get under it. I can’t get around it. I have to go throught it. Some mud, some black greasy mud, A bridge, a loooooong bridge, A tree, a big wide tree, A lake, a big big lake, A cave, a dark deep cave, Feel yourself along the somgbook. Ohoh What’s this? With a long dongbook thing on it’s end! With two sharp things!


Two big gleaming sharp things! Run for your life! Out of the cave, jump into the lake. Up the tree and down again.

Over the bridge, through the mud. Through the grass back to your house. Open the door, slam the door. Get into your bed. You put your right hand in. You put your right hand out. And you shake it all about. You do the hokey pokey. And you turn yourself around. Swimming, swimming in the swimming-pool. When days songbokk hot, when days are cold, in the swimming-pool. Breat-stroke, side-stroke, fancy diving too. Don’t you wish you ever had anything else to do, but If you’re happy and cisvv know it clap you’re hands.

If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands. If you’re happy and you know it. I’m singing songbbook the rain, just singing in the rain. What a glorious feeling, I’m happy again. Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?