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Betty Carter - New England lyrics

Artist: Betty Carter

album: Inside Betty Carter


Yes, the winters are cold
But the folks got hearts of gold
In New England
♪
Sure, the summers are hot
But that sea breeze hits the spot in New England
And in the fall, a familiar story
Is retold by the red and gold trees
Making silent men and all his glory
Was as fabulous as one of each
Apple cider, fresh curls
Maple syrup and homemade jams
That's New England
How my lovely heart calls
For those winding gravestone walls in New England
And in the spring
At each crack of dawn
Seems like angels sing
As each new day is born
'Cause New England is heaven
And heaven is my home
♪
And in the spring
At each crack of dawn
Seems like angels sing
As each new day is born
'Cause New England is heaven
And heaven is my home

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