Christopher Miller

Lyrics

Kettle River

We're going up to Kettle River
To see my true love's Ma and Pa
We'll hunt for agates
And pick off wood ticks
And wear the biggest smiles you ever saw
People rust up on the iron ore range
People dig in to save their souls
Men with steel ball bearings
They can't climb out of that doggone hole

We're going up to Kettle River
I got my true love by my side
Just to tell her folks the good news
I'm her husband, she's my bride
Then Eva tells about the Hinckley Fire
How it blazed through the flaming leaves
How it scorched the countryside
How it burnt her memories

We're going up to Kettle River
I can see that highway sign
I listen to my baby laughin'
We honeymoon beneath the pines
There's fireworks and a big parade
Holdin' hands out at Moose Lake
Standing on the moonlit bank
Like the bride and groom
On a wedding cake

We're going up to Kettle River
Where the stars they burn so bright
And my love sleeps like an angel
Underneath the Northern Lights
She dreams about the frozen lake
Underneath the winter skies
Golden Birthday candles flicker
Deep behind her sleeping eyes