Every year I’d travel north to spend my summers with Grandma
In the Great Lake captain’s house she owned southwest of Mackinaw.
In those summers past I spent my time in the town of Charlevoix,
along the shores of Lake Michigan walking as a boy.
Each morning with the rising sun, she would travel down
To the bakery on old Main Street in that charming little town.
With windows full of fresh baked goods, a feast for hungry eyes
She always bought a special treat for me when I would rise.
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Apple fritters, apple fritters moist and golden brown
Apple fritters, apple fritters, cold milk to wash it down
Apple fritters, apple fritters warm and freshly made
An apple fritter still warms my soul to this very day.
My grandma’s gone, her house became a hotel parking lot
The shoreline’s packed with condo homes newly built and bought.
Still standing at the edge of town, on that same Main Street
Is the bakery where Grandma bought those dough glazed, apple treats
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Now if you want to bare your heart and say just how you feel
I’ll tell you what you need to do to show your love is real.
Just stroll into the bakery, buy my favorite apple treat
And soon you’ll find I love you too, you’ll be my second favorite sweet..
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