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
