Sunday Morning, Over Easy...

Michigan, my Michigan! I was born here, and live here and will die here. I watched the freighter's going up and down the river (and even saw one that was stuck in the ice for two days and and an ice-breaker had to free) for years living on the river. It's a rich heratige beginning from the wooden schooners Jake and I checked out once to the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The Great Lakes Song
~ Written by Pat Dailey & Shel Silverstein

The Great Lakes are a diamond on the hand of North America
Brightly shining jewel on the friendship bordering
Freshwater highway coming down from Canada
All along the shoreline, you can hear them sing

Sweet mother Michigan, father Superior
Coming down from Mackinac and Sault St. Marie
Blue water Huron, Flow down to Lake Erie-O
Fall to Ontario and run on out to sea

Hearty are the seamen on the ships that load the iron ore
Sailing out of Thunder Bay and bound for Buffalo
Hearty are the fishermen just like their fathers were before
aye they'll bury me at sea, come my time to go

Sweet mother Michigan, father Superior
Coming down from Mackinac and Sault St. Marie
Blue water Huron, Flow down to Lake Erie-O
Fall to Ontario and run on out to sea

Oh the tales the sailors spin of mermaids singing in the wind
the sinking of the Bessemer, the drowning of the crew
Memories of waters crossed, of women won and fortunes lost
Are etched upon their faces and their faded old tattoos

Down below the quarter decks the old men mend the fishing nets
Up above the windy bridge the young men curse into the wind
All along the winds of the straits the wives and mothers lie awake
Pray on lady of the lake to send them home again

Sweet mother Michigan, father Superior
Coming down from Mackinac and Sault St. Marie
Blue water Huron, Flow down to Lake Erie-O
Fall to Ontario and run on out to sea

Sweet mother Michigan, father Superior
Coming down from Mackinac and Sault St. Marie
Blue water Huron, Flow down to Lake Erie-O
Fall to Ontario and run on out to sea.