Blue Trail

Way up in the hills Made of shifting golden sand Lies fifty three hundred acres off the shores Of Lake Michigan The queen of the north Or at least so I've been told Just head up 116 until you run Clear out of road Oh what I'd give oh what I'd do To walk a sandy hill of sable dunes My dad had the wisdom of the west wind gales And now I walk beside him on the blue trail I spent many a day there Growing as a lad Learning Mother Nature as a young man with my dad The old man had more knowledge than anyone we knew Like where the deer would yard up Between the park and Noordhouse Dunes Oh what I'd give oh what I'd do To walk a sandy hill of sable dunes My dad had the wisdom of the west wind gales And now I walk beside him on the blue trail Oh what I'd give oh what I'd do To walk a sandy hill of sable dunes My dad had the wisdom of the west wind gales And now I walk beside him on the blue trail And now I walk beside him on the blue trail