Many are the hearts that are weary tonight, Wishing for the war to cease; Many are the hearts that are looking for the right, To see the dawn of peace. Tenting tonight, tenting tonight, Tenting on the old Camp ground. We've been tenting tonight on the old camp ground, Thinking of days gone by, Of the loved ones at home that gave us the hand, And the tear that said ‘Good-bye!’ We are tired of war on the old Camp ground, Many are dead and gone, Of the brave and true who've left their homes; Others