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Pat Dailey - Great Lakes Song lyrics
The Great Lakes are a diamond on the hand of North America, brightly shining jewel on the friendship border-ring, freshwater highway, comin' down from Canada, all around the shoreline, you can here them sing, Sweet mother Michigan, Father Superior, comin' down from Mackinac and Salt St. Marie. Blue water Huron flows down to lake Erie-o, falls to Ontario, then run on out to sea. Hardy are the seamen on the ships that load the iron ore, sailing out of Thunder Bay and bound for Buffalo. Hardy are the fishermen, just like their fathers were before. They say they'll bury me at sea, come my time to go. Sweet mother Michigan, Father Superior, comin' down from Mackinac and Salt St. Marie. Blue water Huron flows down to lake Erie-o, falls to Ontario, then run on out to sea. Oh the tails the sailors spin of mermaids singing in the wind, the sinking of the Bessemer, the drowning of the crew. Memories of waters crossed, of women won and fortunes lost are etched upon their faces and faded old tattoos. Down below the quarter decks, the old men mend the fishing nets and up above the windy bridge, young men curse into the wind. All along the winds of straights, the wives and mothers lye awake and pray our Lady of the Lake to send them home again. Singin, Sweet mother Michigan, Father Superior, comin' down from Mackinac and Salt St. Marie. Blue water Huron flows down to lake Erie-o, falls to Ontario, then run on out to sea. Sweet mother Michigan, Father Superior, comin' down from Mackinac and Salt St. Marie. Blue water Huron flows down to lake Erie-o, falls to Ontario, then run on out to sea. run on out to sea. |
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