The Heart of Wisconsin

Dad wore the badge of a State Trooper proud Kept us laughing, yet his voice was loud Taught us hard work with his calloused hands Growing fresh veggies on our land Mom, a teacher, with a heart so pure Taught us of Jesus, love that's sure She'd read her Bible, rosary in hand Cooking Italian meals, from her homeland Growing up in Wisconsin, under that sky so wide Winters cold, summers long, side by side Playing at the Mud Hole, bikes on the run Those 1980's days, oh, we had so much fun Family dinners, all seven at the table God, love, family, our parents' fable In the heart of Wisconsin, where love resides Cherished memories of those simple times Packers on TV when fall came around In spring, the park was our battleground Games of kick the can, ghosts in the night Streetlights were our curfew light Mom's pasta cooking, sauce so sweet Her Italian roots made every meal complete Dad's strength, Mom's grace, hand in hand They taught us faith, the love of this land Growing up in Wisconsin, under that sky so wide Winters cold, summers long, side by side Playing at the Mud Hole, bikes on the run Those 1980's days, oh, we had so much fun Family dinners, all seven at the table God, love, family, our parents' fable In the heart of Wisconsin, where love resides Cherished memories of those simple times No cell phones, no computers, just us and the day Life was simpler in every way I felt so alive, and I miss those times When life was slower, the days didn't fly Growing up in Wisconsin, under that sky so wide Winters cold, summers long, side by side Playing at the Mud Hole, bikes on the run Those 1980's days, oh, we had so much fun Family dinners, all seven at the table God, love, family, our parents' fable In the heart of Wisconsin, where love resides Cherished memories of those simple times In the heart of Wisconsin, where love resides Cherished memories of those simple times Grateful for the lessons and the love so true In my heart, those days will always shine through