SING ALONG WITH JON DOLL! Lyrics to the song “The City of Clintonville” A frozen glow of starlight shone brightly on the railroad From Clintonville to Chicago like a moon upon the sea Brave men of quiet purpose would make this weekly trek Questioning the wisdom of every journey Daring men of vision, Walter Owen and Francis Higgens Sketched plans upon a napkin to build an airline so true. Trading stick they bough the aircraft, Lockheeds and a DC-3 Pilots knew her number: N33632. Land O’ Lakes to Bemidji CHORUS: Escanaba to Ironwood Houghton to Ypsilanti Through bitter cold In the old north woods From ‘44 to ‘79 the Blue Good soared From Fargo to La Guardia and every stop between This queen of all the airlines universally adored Spirit, pride and majesty was her dream. Land O’ Lakes to Bemidji CHORUS: Escanaba to Ironwood Houghton to Ypsilanti Through bitter cold In the old north woods Now she’s coming home BRIDGE: Still proud and still soaring She’s the City of Clintonville Two rumblin’ radian engines, 1200 horsepower each The spirit of her passengers and crew was always the best Nin full years of flight time through wind, rain, snow and sleet The City of Clintonville will never rest. Land O’ Lakes to Bemidji CHORUS: Escanaba to Ironwood Houghton to Ypsilanti Through bitter cold In the old north woods
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