Won't you stop a while, and let me tell you.
'bout a special place, that I go to.
Where nature's sounds whistle through the trees
And the waves roll in, pushed by the breeze.

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Balsam Lake, where I need to be
Where life is slow, and so serene
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Balsam Lake has it all.

My grandpa found this magic place,
and though he's gone, I (can) still see his face.
All my questions he answers there,
By the water in the country air.

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Been going there since '57,
To Balsam Lake, my Grandpa's heaven
One of these days gonna stay for good
Make it my home, like he said I should.

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