A song about a long life living in New England
Lyrics
Lyrics by: John T. Murray Music by: Bob Buoncuore
It is here where I was born, and this home is in my blood
Its history is rich the place where Autumn colors flood
I love for all that marks this rocky coasted land
With all its dearest memories and days that go unplanned
Long bitter winters and a slow emerging Spring
Brilliant Summer days and the gardens that it brings
Lilacs and goldenrod and remnants of stonewalls
Historical cemeteries where lie heroes of our wars
Rolling flowered hills rise surging against the sky
A never ending seashore where seething breakers die
Old gambrelled houses lanes where ghosts have come to stray
And low lying headstones under towering pinewood shade
Since a boy my heart would always cast a gentle inner glow
Upon the peaceful sight of a falling New England snow
Now these outward symbols that I have come to adore
Are part of a fabled heritage that I will cherish forever more
Memories of these and all the people that ever crossed my path
Will haunt my soul while I am aging and better days have passed
No longer will I hike to the far reaches of the land
Or sail the painted coastline setting port upon the sand
I sit gazing on my homeland from a rocking chair at dawn
And my days filled with remembrances of being young and strong
Some time soon I will fall asleep and never awake again
And my life will no longer be what is....but what it all has been
Another sunrise has cracked the hills yet darkness invades my sight
Eyes that once searched horizons far now strain in the daylight bright
With what's left of life inside me I eye the land I know so well
Searching the dunes for memories past and the stories that they tell
A wave of emerging dusk now encloses every fiber of my soul
Tears that fall upon an aged face feeling now the bitter cold
As I pass over into the other side I hope to find salvation from within
And I will remember the beauty left behind as the final light goes dim.
(c) 1994 JTM /(c) 2011 Goodheart Music