I am worn, I am weary

Traveled far, now retreating

I’ve longed for this place, longed for this place for so long

I lay me down, I lay me down, I belong

 

I breathe in the air fresh

From the blessed Midwest

I am held by the forest

Where I go for rest

I am washed by the waters

Of Lake Michigan

And wherever I go

I will return again

To my home

The blessed Midwest

 

I am torn, I am bleeding

Seen many soles, many holey

Remember their faces, remember their face and hold on

Till we meet again, til we meet again go on

 

I breathe in the air fresh

From the blessed Midwest

I am held by the forest

Where I go for rest

I am washed by the waters

Of Lake Michigan

And wherever I go

I will return again

To my home

The blessed Midwest

 

I breathe in the air fresh

From the blessed Midwest

I am held by the forest

Where I go for rest

I am washed by the waters

Of Lake Michigan

And wherever I go

I will return again

To my home

The blessed Midwest