The city is fine And can be fun, But give me a small Town on The Island, Where everyone knows Your business or Thinks that they do, Most say good morning Though some never do, Everyone’s kind Except the feuding few, You can see The stars, the moon, The noon sun seems To shine just for you, The waves wash The midnight stones Like lovers alone, That magic time When most problems Don’t matter, The deer all smile And raccoons chatter, Everyone knows We’re in this Thing together, You can talk to The mayor Spill your mind, If us by chance You’re trying to find, Look for a river Called Campbell.