Our New England
(Dedicated to The Dartmouth Glee Club) O, the hills of our New England And the valleys in between, Fields and meadows, woodlands, forests With their tracts of timber green! Brooks and trout-streams, winding rivers, Mountain lakes of beauty rare, Rockbound Coasts and sandy beaches, Capes and islands everywhere! O, the homes of our New England And the village green so wide! All the gardens and the orchards In the peaceful countryside! O, our white: Xew England churches— Every one a House of Prayer, And the ringing of the church bells- Calling us to worship there! O, the thrill of our real winter And the beauty of the spring! In our lovely days of summer There is joy in everything! O, the turning leaves, the harvest And the glory of the fall! Yes, my heart is in New England How I dearly love it all!
