That’s New England

[Verse 1]
Yes, the winters are cold
But the folks got hearts of gold
In New England
Sure, the summers are hot
But the sea breeze hits the spot
In New England
And in the fall, a familiar story
Is retold by the red and gold tree
Not King Solomon in all his glory
Was as fabulous as one of these

[Verse 2]
Apple cider, fresh clams
Maple syrup and homemade jams
That's New England
How my lonely heart calls
For those winding gray stone walls
In New England
And in the spring at each crack of dawn
Seems like angels sing as each new day is born
For New England is heaven
And heaven is my home

[Saxophone Solo]

[Outro]
And in the spring at each crack of dawn
Seems like angels sing as each new day is born
For New England is heaven
And heaven is my home