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.