I was born in West Valley Utah on a Labor day,
My mother said she would take me there after May.
So we went there when I was around about eight,
And it was then that I got to observe the Great Salt Lake.
In all my childhood travels before I'd never known
Something that looked like snow but wasn't cold.
It just looked like sand and I was amazed I was told,
That sailing on this lake wasn't possible for boats.
But I'd seen where I came from yet couldn't make out
That this was by my birthplace, a great salt so pale,
Thus my knowledge of my dawn was brought about
That I was born by a lake one only dreams to set sail.