On this evening of magic...
The sun hangs low,
Winds blow strong,
Nature shines in all her glory.
Up above the clouds roll past,
over a sea of vibrant hues.
With nights like these it's no mystery why,
it's so easy to soar in an indigo sky.

Along the great lakes...
mighty trees stand watch,
eternal guardians of nature's sanctum.
The money men should know,
this place must stay untouched,
and flourish as the years go by,
Swift as a bird in the indigo sky.