Mark Mitchell - Discovering lyrics

The secret streams that flow beneath the cliffs of colored stone The forests thick and healthy with birch, pine, and oak Surrounded by the greatest lakes this world has ever known The Black Bear's awesome presence as he roams the hills and fields The call of the Timberwolf, the Loon's lonesome trill The Eagle soaring high above, the Trout lies deep and still These are what I treasure The only way I measure The feelings that I have for this fine land There is so much to discover When you're a long-time lover Of Northern Michigan The ghostly silent pa**ing of a white-tail in the dawn The silver flashing salmon on their yearly spawning run The chorus of the northern geese beneath an Autumn sun The customs and the people from a dozen different lands The years of toil that's written in their faces, on their hands The children's laugh, the women's strength, the courage of the men These are what I treasure, The only way I measure The feelings that I have for this fine land There is so much to discover When you're a long-time lover Of Northern Michigan