I know some people, some fine people   Who make me feel the way I do   And if you've met 'em   Maybe you've met them   Well I'm sure you'll feel the same way too.      I guess they need me   But not as much as I need them   For what I'm not quite sure   And who will mend their broken limbs   Or pretend that they're not there?   For them there is no cure.      They're just campers in the night   Laughin' at the fireside of life   For you, and for me   They're just campers in the night   Laughin' at the fireside of life   For you, and for me.      With sticks and wheelchairs   They go stumbling through their lives   Of their fine dreams and aims they're sure   And you must listen to them talk   Won't you listen to them talk?   And you will see a heart that's pure.      They're just campers in the night   Laughin' at the fireside of life   For you, and for me   They're just campers in the night   Laughin' at the fireside of life   For you, and for me.      INSTRUMENTAL      They're just campers in the night   Laughin' at the fireside of life   For you, and for me   They're just campers in the night   Laughin' at the fireside of life   For you, and for me   (Repeat and fade)