One more summer, Minnesota,
And there it is our old State Fair
The Hippodrome, the roller coasters
Young women screaming in the air
Patient horses standing in their stalls
A hill of tractors , trucks combines
It takes me back to many years ago
I feel my father's big rough hand in mine
End of summer, Minnesota,
The placid Holsteins reclining in their pens
The hot dogs on sticks, and hot buttered corn
The champion poultry in the barn
And then to ride the double Ferris wheel
In the dark and feel it swing and sway
And see the lights of Minneapolis
And Venus, the moon, the Milky Way.
I feel it like a family photograph
We're all still there and I'm fourteen again
And nobody died and nobody got old
And it's September in Minnesota.