Fire Tower

Take me to climb the Fire Tower, show me the tree line view
Sweet perfume of balsam pine under an August Moon
Side by side on the Fire Tower, wind rushing through the trees
Turn off our flashlights, talk till you're cold, shivering in the breeze
The moon is full, the clouds are high, we keep our voices low
I hang on every word you say until it's time to go
Take me to climb the Fire Tower, show me the tree line view
Sweet perfume of balsam pine under an August Moon