Visions of New England (Fill My Head)
Posted: March 17th, 2005, 9:15 pm
I’ve lived in California since 2001. Before that, I lived in Connecticut, which should be a city in the state of New England. However, Connecticut’s a state and New England is a very beautiful part of the United States. I do miss it some. I just don’t miss the snow, extreme cold or hurricanes. Other than that, I think about where I was raised and born, not necessarily in that order, quite a lot.
This is my tribute to New England. It’s a bit sappy, but there’s lots of sap in New England.
Multi-colored leaves are falling from New England trees.
Listen to the wind’s song as the trees sway in the breeze.
Little children playing in the freshly fallen leaves;
visions of New England fill my head.
Snow-capped mountains filled with people skiing everywhere.
Cheeks on smiling faces getting redder from the air.
Lying by a fire, holding my love next to me;
visions of New England fill my head.
Rain is falling down upon my old New England trees.
Robins singing everywhere as trees sway in the breeze.
Lie among the Mountain Laurel, hope love will not die;
visions of New England fill my head.
Starfish lying everywhere as we walk on the sand.
Naked feet are getting wet; I tightly hold your hand.
Laughing, listening to the waves break gently on the shore;
visions of New England fill my head.
This is my tribute to New England. It’s a bit sappy, but there’s lots of sap in New England.
Multi-colored leaves are falling from New England trees.
Listen to the wind’s song as the trees sway in the breeze.
Little children playing in the freshly fallen leaves;
visions of New England fill my head.
Snow-capped mountains filled with people skiing everywhere.
Cheeks on smiling faces getting redder from the air.
Lying by a fire, holding my love next to me;
visions of New England fill my head.
Rain is falling down upon my old New England trees.
Robins singing everywhere as trees sway in the breeze.
Lie among the Mountain Laurel, hope love will not die;
visions of New England fill my head.
Starfish lying everywhere as we walk on the sand.
Naked feet are getting wet; I tightly hold your hand.
Laughing, listening to the waves break gently on the shore;
visions of New England fill my head.