I was born in Michigan, 

and I wish and wish again

that I was back in the town where I was born.

Theres a farm in Michigan,

and I'd like to fish again,

in the river that flows beside the field of waving corn. 

A lonesome soul am I...here's the reason why.

I want to go back, I want to go back, .

I want to go back to the farm..

Far away from harm, with a milk pail on my arm. .

I miss the rooster, the one that use-ter wake me up at 4am..

I think your great big cities very pretty...nevertheless 

I want to be there, .

I want to see there a certain soemone full of charm. .

That's why I wish again that I was in Michigan, down on the farm. 

I want to go back, I want to go back,

I want to go back to that old farm.

Far away from harm, with a milk pail on my arm. 

I miss the rooster, the rooster that use-ter wake me up at 4am.

I think your great big cities very pretty...nevertheless

I want to be there, 

I want to see there a certain someone full of charm.

Thats why I wish again, 

that I was in Michigan, down on the farm.