When nearing home

Nostalgia is felt when they appear,

When a Yooper accent reaches my ears…

I sense my home is drawing near.

The deep white snow, the standing deer,

My eyes light up, there flows the tears…

Nostalgia is felt when they appear.

Lake Michigan, I hold as dear,

But I’ve been gone so many years…

I sense my home is drawing near.

I smell the pasties and I tear,

Black bears are sold as souvenirs…

Nostalgia is felt when they appear.

I see men fishing and drinking their beer,

And see the miles of wooded frontiers…

I sense my home is drawing near.

I see the Birch trees growing here,

And soon my longing disappears,

Nostalgia is felt when they appear…

I sense my home is drawing near.