Red Bud City
Here’s a little musical ode to my idyllic hometown of Buchanan, Michigan, also known as Red Bud City. Hope you like it.
Hometown
By Skip Birong
There’re hills above the valley
Where the big, green oaks grow
There’s a shiny silver sun
That shines when it don’t snow
I hear there’s fish in McCoy’s Creek
When the summer comes around
And you can see a robin
On the first day he’s in town
Chorus
Red Bud City on the St. Joe River
Brings memories to my mind
Home town, home town
Home town on my mind
The Bucks beat Niles on Friday night
There’s a snowflake in your hair
The kids are in the Sweet Shop
Let’s all go to the fair.
Frozen lakes and knee-deep snow
Bring Christmas to the hills
There’s an amber glow out on the snow
From candle on windowsills
(Chorus)
You can see the early signs of spring
With the blooms on Red Bud Trail
White lilies in the forest
And a new fawn’s tall white tail
It’s a short walk down to the St. Joe River
Where my grandfather used to swim
But it doesn’t look as clear to me
As it probably did to him
(Chorus)
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