I first ran across this song when I was a 9 year old attending Camp Emmanuel for the first time. Emmanuel was an Episcopal summer camp for boys near Plymouth, Mass. (My dad, Harry Jenks, and his friend, Bob Powell, helped found the camp.)
We would all pile in the big truck to go to church on Sunday or to another camp for a challenge ball game. At least once during the ride, sometimes two or three times, we would boisterously sing our camp song, with loud voices and great gusto! The same spirit was present each summer, including the last summer I was there at camp as a junior counselor, before my senior year in high school and subsequent service in the Navy.
I have vivid memories of these words and the tune goes with it. This song has had a profound influence on me and has defined my personal viewpoint on the golden value of friendship. It remains with me, even after so many years, and it always will. Here it is!