Indian Lake

You take a bus marked "Lakewood Drive"

And you keep on drivin'

till you're out of the city

Where the air is fine

with the sweet smellin pine

And the countryside's pretty

And you'll see daffodils

peepin over the hills

or a honey lovin' mama bear

You take a left at the bridge

Go down to the ridge

And in a minute you're there

(dupe do be do do do )

Indian Lake is a scene

You should make

with your little one

Keep it in mind

if you're lookin to find

A place in the sun

Swim in the cove

have a snack in the grove

Or you can rent a canoe

at Indian Lake

You'll be able to make

the way the Indians do.

(lyrics courtesy of The Cowsills)

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OK, it wasn't called Indian Lake but we did go to Sparkle Lake, north of the city and Davies Lake, 20 minutes from the George Washington Bridge on the Jersey side. That's Jimmy & Peter Ryan, me & Rory in 1961 above at Sparkle Lake.

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