Mark Mitchell - Discovering Lyrics
The secret streams that flow beneath the cliffs of colored stoneThe forests thick and healthy with birch, pine, and oakSurrounded by the greatest lakes this world has ever knownThe Black Bear's awesome presence as he roams the hills and fieldsThe call of the Timberwolf, the Loon's lonesome trillThe Eagle soaring high above, the Trout lies deep and stillThese are what I treasureThe only way I measureThe feelings that I have for this fine landThere is so much to discoverWhen you're a long-time loverOf Northern MichiganThe ghostly silent passing of a white-tail in the dawnThe silver flashing salmon on their yearly spawning runThe chorus of the northern geese beneath an Autumn sunThe customs and the people from a dozen different landsThe years of toil that's written in their faces, on their handsThe children's laugh, the women's strength, the courage of the menThese are what I treasure,The only way I measureThe feelings that I have for this fine landThere is so much to discoverWhen you're a long-time loverOf Northern Michigan
