When It's Winter in New Hampshire

You may wish to cross the ocean, You may travel near and far; You may choose the poet's motto, "Hitch your wagon to a star." People boast about the Andes, And of Chile's copper mills; But don't forget our own New Hampshire, And her snow-capped granite hills.

When it's winter in New Hampshire, That's the place I'd like to be; Wand'ring down the Androscoggin, Scaling Washington with glee; Then there's Cardigan and Kearsarge, Wonderful to climb and see; Yes, New Hampshire in the winter, What a place for you and me!

You may wish to visit England, Scotland's hills and countryside; The Acropolis at Athens, Europe's boast as none beside; What about our loved New Hampshire, There's a land to scintillate, I'd choose her for any other, Lone Star, Keystone, Golden State.

When it's winter in New Hampshire, That's the place for me and you; Skiing down old Moosilauke, Tuckerman and Lincoln too; Snow-capped peaks and far horizons, Northern pine and white birch tree; Yes, New Hampshire in the winter, Sure's the place for you and me.

Whittier, Calif.