Like a dream in the night
As the snow settles white
There's a fire burning bright
And there's a house upon a hill
That keeps us from the chill
And by the grace of God
We will be in Massachusetts
You can tell me about the times you spent
In the Rockies and on the plains,
Please don't think that I'm the last to say
That there ain't lots of other places
In this world that still remain
Beautiful and unchanged
But they're just not the same
The sun comes up to meet...
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