1993 - Field of Gold by Sting

Open up your eyes to the blue Maine sky
Look out at Androscoggin
You'll forget the days as they pass you by
Here at Camp Andro

Every year in June we come to this place
We call it Androscoggin
And we reunite with our friends of old
Only at Camp Andro

We have learned so much; all about ourselves
Here at Androscoggin
And the years amount to so many tales
That we tell of Camp Andro

All the places we've been and the games we've played
While making friends forever
How could we forget the experience
Here at Camp Andro

And these bonds are woven so tightly
There's no way they can ever be broken
But we swear that for the rest of our lives
We'll remember Camp Andro
We'll remember Camp Andro

What will stay with us is the times we've spent
Upon the fields of Andro
The most precious times that we'll have in life
Are our years at Camp Andro

And when the years have passed we will still be here
In spirit if not in being
For when we need a home we can find it here
We're forever Camp Andro
(15's only): We're forever Camp Andro
(15's only): We're forever Camp Andro