Kenny Butterill

Americana Artist, Songwriter & Producer

Balsam Lake

Album: No One You Know
© Kenny Butterill/No Bull Songs. All Rights Reserved.

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Won’t you stop a while, and let me tell you.
’bout a special place, that I go to.
Where nature’s sounds whistle through the trees
And the waves roll in, pushed by the breeze.

Balsam Lake, where I need to be
Where life is slow, and so serene
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Balsam Lake has it all.

My grandpa found this magic place,
and though he’s gone, I (can) still see his face.
All my questions he answers there,
By the water in the country air.


Been going there since ’57,
To Balsam Lake, my Grandpa’s heaven
One of these days gonna stay for good
Make it my home, like he said I should.