| ::I wish that I was in Michigan:: Words and Music By Irving Berlin I was born in Michigan, and I wish and wish again, That I was back in the town where I was born. There's a farm in Michigan, and I'd like to fish again, In the river that flows beside the fields of waving corn. A lonesome soul am I, Here's the reason why: I want to go back, I want to go back, I want to go back to the farm. Far away from harm, with a milk pail on my arm. I miss the rooster, the one that use-ter wake me up at four a.m. I think your great big city's very pretty, Nevertheless, I want to be there, I want to see there, A certain someone full of charm. That's why I wish again that I was in Michigan, Down on the farm. You can keep your cabarets, where they turn nights into days. I'd rather be where they go to bed at nine. I've been gone for seven weeks, and I've lost my rosy cheeks, That's the reason I'd rather have the country life for mine. My thoughts are far away, that's just why I say: I want to go back, I want to go back, I want to go back to the farm. Far away from harm, with a milk pail on my arm. I miss the rooster, the one that use-ter wake me up at four a.m. I think your great big city's very pretty, Nevertheless, I want to be there, I want to see there, A certain someone full of charm. That's why I wish again that I was in Michigan, Down on the farm. |