Field Camp Songs

To the tune of "I'm Gonna Be (500 miles)" by The Proclaimers

When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the one who's first in line for food
When we drive out, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be there riding shotgun next to you
When we're hiking, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be getting high and staying high up too
And if we're striking, hey I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the one who grabs the dip for you

'Cause I would map 500 outcrops
And I would map 500 more
Just to be the one who mapped 100 outcrops
To scrape a passing score

When we're at the Chat, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be taking bets on dinner with all of you
And when it's turkey loaf, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be bummed out right there with you
When we're working, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be just as crazy stressed as you
And when we're finished, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be out at the Cabin with you too

Cause I would map 500 outcrops
And I would map 500 more
Just to be the one who mapped 500 outcrops
To scrape a passing score

If it pours rain, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be wet and maybe mapless too
And if the van breaks, yeah I know we're gonna be
We're gonna be stranded but somehow we'll get through
And if the Turtle's lost, well I know they're gonna be
They're gonna be late but that's just nothing new
And when I get home, hey I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be glad for the time I've had with you

Lyrics by Emily Pasek, Class of 2014

 

To the tune of "Homeward Bound" by Simon and Garfunkel

I'm sittin' in the Chateau Apres
I'll be here for another day or so, hmm
Field camp is almost done
And I'll tell you that I for one
Don't give a damn if I never see
Another fault or porphyry

Chorus:

Homeward bound, I wish I was, homeward bound
Home--where my thoughts escapin'
Home--where there's no rock waitin'
Home where my love lies waitin'
Patiently for me

And every day's an endless path
Of Jacob's staff and rapidograph, ohhh
And each meal seems the same to me
The students and the faculty
And every outcrop that I see
Reminds me that I long to be

Chorus:

Tonight I'll do my work again
I'll play the game and I'll pretend, ohhh
But all my maps come back to me
In shades of mediocrity
And I wonder just how can it be
I slaved so hard for just a C!

Chorus:

Homeword bound, I wish I was, Homeward bound
Home--where my thoughts' escapin'
Home--where there's no rocks waiti'
Home--where my love Better be waitin'
Patiently for me.

Lyrics by Tim and Beth Holst, 1975
Tim was a field camp TA in 1975 and field camp director from 1994-98.

Last revised July 2016