The next Below is a song about Northport I found in some of my Grandparent’s belongings. I am not sure when the song was written, or where it was performed. The writer / composer is at the top of the lyric sheet below.
Written and composed by:
Harris K. Moku, Jr.
Special thanks to:
I’d like to tell you a story my friend,
‘Bout a place up north in Washington,
Where the people have the easiest type of living’,
They are so kind to strangers there,
No matter where you are from,
And their hearts are so full of giving,
(And) the birch trees are playing in the summer wind,
And I know I’m going back again
To a little farm deep in the woods,
Where a creek divides the roads,
To a place where you roamed as a child,
It’s been a long long long, long while.
In the winter-time the earth is white,
With the snowflakes falling oh so light,
In the spring-time all the meadows turn so green.
The birds keep singing in the trees,
And the skies are so blue,
It’s got to be the most beautiful place you’ve seen.
(Where) the birch trees are playing….
The birch trees are playing in the summer wind,
And you know for sure I’m going back again,
To Northport……..Northport here I come.