Saturday, April 11, 2009

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)
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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