Long Lake was the place to be

At the camp, I couldn’t wait to see

1960 I think it was

This place to make memories of how it should be

The water as crystal as it could be

The fish to catch waiting for me

A turtle to catch for one short week

This place to make memories of how it should be

 

The night a moose came to our door

Its call was frightful to me a roar

My mother she came to my distress

This place to make memories of how it should be

 

My brothers there to play with me

When not looking for girls to see

We all together and all carefree

This place to make memories of how it should be

 

Each morning the baker delivered to us

Fresh bread, cakes, donuts, for us to buss

The fire would glow and fill us with glee

This place to make memories of how it should be

 

The best memories are those so sweet

But all memories will eventually fleet

No plea we make can make them see

This place to make memories of how it should be