And now I sing of my sweet New England
She is my home I do declare
And when I’m gone my heart does long
For all my loved ones waiting there

I love here rivers, her streams and her valleys
Her pastures with stone fences lined
Her rocky shores where ocean roars
Her rugged mountains worn by time

I love her summer so swift and fleeting
One lark’s clear call and then it’s gone
Her autumn days set hills ablaze
And tell of winter coming one

Her winters though they do test our mettle
Have beauty in their snow and storm
In time will come the warming sun
When gentle blooming spring is born

Across this world I have roamed and have rambled
In western mountains, on southern strands
But still in time, my heart does pine
When thinking of my own sweet land

When I am on a plane departing
And look down on my native shore
I swear some day it’s there I’ll stay
And rambling I will go no more

And so I sing of my sweet New England
She is my home, I do declare
And when I’m gone my heart does long
For all my loved ones waiting there

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