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