|
 |
 |
 |
|
The Land of Lakes Chances are your mother was a minnesota daughter Played in the snow six months of every year And other times mosquitos always buzzed around your ear Scandinavians 2 by 2 And other nations were welcome too Minnesota gold and maroon Maybe I'll go back, but not too soon. THE LAND OF LAKES City of water Winter's coldest But summer is always hotter On a dark and clear summer's night Sputnik flew beneath the northern lights The north star state never seemed the same Until then We never thought our world could end THE LAND OF LAKES Has given us a few good years We raised our corn in the back part of the garden, Memories of summer days will never be forgotten Swam in the lakes, never needed our own pool, And parents never bothered to drive us to our school Jews, Africans, Dutchmen too But scandinavion thru & thru Minnesota gold and maroon Maybe I'll go back, but not too soon. THE LAND OF LAKES City of water Winter's coldest But summer is always hotter Always hotter |
