Dennie's Song
Oh, the pines are ablaze in the soft autumn haze
As the trees shed their summer apparel.
While the snowshoe’s in search of his white winter coat,
Summer birds take to the wing.
Chorus: And there’s no place on earth I’d rather be - -
There’s no sound I’d rather hear
Than the cry of the loon and the laughter of friends
That beckon me to the wild northern woods.
Though it’s night in the very early hours of a winter’s eve,
The stars sing their songs ever brighter.
The norther will breathe an icy freeze on the trees
Which the morning sun refuses to flame.
But you know hearts will lighten as the snow disappears
And the brown turns to green, life’s renewal.
Heralds of the morn perch again about the lake
To cheer the sharp-eyed osprey’s steep plunge.
(Chorus)
But I can’t spend my life all alone far removed
From the cries in the streets and the pain,
So the summer will be the magic moments for me
And the weeks spent up here last the year.
Chorus:
‘Cause there’s no place on earth I’d rather be - -
There’s no sound I’d rather hear
Than the cry of the loon and the laughter of friends
That beckon me to the wild northern woods.
That beckon me to the wild northern woods.
But the beauties of nature encountered up here
Are but a glimpse of God’s eternal glory
When with wonder we gaze upon a sunset-mirrored lake
We reflect upon what someday will be
When there’s no other place we’d rather be
There’s no sight we’d rather see
Than the smile of the Father as he beckons us home
To live with him on high for eternity
As the trees shed their summer apparel.
While the snowshoe’s in search of his white winter coat,
Summer birds take to the wing.
Chorus: And there’s no place on earth I’d rather be - -
There’s no sound I’d rather hear
Than the cry of the loon and the laughter of friends
That beckon me to the wild northern woods.
Though it’s night in the very early hours of a winter’s eve,
The stars sing their songs ever brighter.
The norther will breathe an icy freeze on the trees
Which the morning sun refuses to flame.
But you know hearts will lighten as the snow disappears
And the brown turns to green, life’s renewal.
Heralds of the morn perch again about the lake
To cheer the sharp-eyed osprey’s steep plunge.
(Chorus)
But I can’t spend my life all alone far removed
From the cries in the streets and the pain,
So the summer will be the magic moments for me
And the weeks spent up here last the year.
Chorus:
‘Cause there’s no place on earth I’d rather be - -
There’s no sound I’d rather hear
Than the cry of the loon and the laughter of friends
That beckon me to the wild northern woods.
That beckon me to the wild northern woods.
But the beauties of nature encountered up here
Are but a glimpse of God’s eternal glory
When with wonder we gaze upon a sunset-mirrored lake
We reflect upon what someday will be
When there’s no other place we’d rather be
There’s no sight we’d rather see
Than the smile of the Father as he beckons us home
To live with him on high for eternity