It gets cold in New England
And the snow piles up outside.
People wrap up in coats and blankets
And hide away inside.
We all have to work and plan
Waiting for a summer's day
Keeping warm together
Whiling the winters away.
All the little flowers
Covered in white so deep
Blossum in the hearts of little children
Dreaming while they sleep.

Summertime in New England is
For having a good time.
It's when lover's hold each other
And whisper you are mine.
It's for layin' under the branches
Of the old shade tree.
It's when the sun's so warm
It seems to say follow me, follow me.
But soon enough those broadleafs
Will be falling to the ground
And the wonderful temperatures
Will be going down, going down.

I love to be in New England
All year long.
To listen to the seasons' changes
And hear the willow's song.
To feel the foamy waves crash
And sense the Pilgrims' pride.
Or just sit by the rocky coast
And watch the seagulls glide.
I love New England
It's where I was born

And came alive.
I love New England,
It's where I live and thrive.
I love New England.

03/06/1982

Posted on 11/08/2014
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