Lake Effect Songtext
von Great Lakes Myth Society

Sounds of distant thunder over Indian land
Six are sleeping in an old blue van
Here is where Paul Bunyan tipped and shattered the scale
Moss grows north upon the old milk pail

Don′t cry in the river
It'll carry you away
Our gifts are the fables of the Lakes
Don′t mourn it, the moment (do, do, do, do, do, do)
Aah.

Here is how your lumber goes from pine to guitar
From grove of maples into Midwest bar
Just buy a group of loggers several pitchers and wait
For all their pulp you'll find no truer page


Don't cry in the river
It′ll carry you away
Our gifts are the fablеs of the Lakes
Don′t mourn it, the momеnt (do do do do do do)
Aah...

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba

Roots of oak and copper in our blood
Born one night before a Huron flood
Every tale exactly as it was
We were there at the dawn
(It's my home away from home away
Home away from home
It′s my home away from home away
Home away from...)