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Those tangled woods of Michigan

today are misty, quiet and calm

and the scent of fragrant flowers

invade the early dawn

The quiet and the peacefullness

as I sit here in the morn

feel's like my Mom's arms around me

on the day that I was born

The tulips and the dafodills

the laurel and the pine

and the warble of sweet chirping birds

makes my world feel so devine

Oh Michigan, my Michigan

you are my world, my home

and as long as I can touch your earth

i'll never feel alone

Old farm houses along a country road

worn paths and piney trails

the sun high upon a frosty morn

sand dunes and rutted vales

Long rivers and a million lakes

deer blinds built high there in the woods

as winter frost nips at your finger tips

and hot coffee feels so good

The wheat fields and the corn fields

that grows in gold arrey

and family gardens in their yard's

well, a feast's not far away

Today I sit in tangled woods

dreaming dreams here all alone

sweet thoughts of dear old Michigan

my motherland and home