I feel the calling of the land, The trees and summer streams; The thunderstorms and sun-drenched lakes, The land of boyhood dreams. The little town where someone’s dad Owned every shop and store; And every face you saw you knew And welcomed at your door. A forest full of mystery, An undiscovered find That flexed imagination In an adolescent mind. The place my seed was rooted In fields where I once grew; The home of every memory Of everything once new. Beneath the sea of motion, Beneath the waves and foam, I rest on its foundation - Michigan is home.