The North Shore Girl’s Lament

A tender ballad, largo

I dream of my baby
As the moon shines
Over Lake Michigan,
Hoping it’s bewitching him
To come back to me.

Chicago is Moonlit,
A city that’s
So perfect for kissin’ in
By old Lake Michigan
But my guy’s not with me.

Oh how I long to see his face
It would bring me good cheer
Whether at Navy Pier
Or Water Tower Place!

But he’s left Cook County
So I sit in the moonlight
And wish again . . .
Oh Lake Michigan
Bring my baby back to me!

This composition brought to you by the Cook County Board of Commissioners in partnership with the Chicago Convention & Tourism Bureau.
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