To Live and Die in New England - Terence Ryan

Come back home to the hearth you wallowed

All that time, out your own damn body

Soul worn down to the pavement, bloody

The corner store still takes our rubbish

To the bay state, where we’ll lay down in the ground

To the lady, with a pin stuck in her frown

To the warehouse, allowed for me to dream

To the vibrant college scene

To the addicts coming clean

To the place apart of me

Oh, New England

Our, New England

To live and die in New England

Oh, New England

An autumn paradise

Come back home to the ones who raised you

All that time in the cold, dark basement

All grown up in the face, black and blue

The old red line still takes where you want to

To the bay state, where we’ll lay down in the ground

To the lady, who grew up by herself

To the shipyard, dad had used his hands

To the Sunday football stands

To the sea wall where I planned

To the place I’ve grown, a man

Oh, New England

My New England

To live and die in New England

Oh, New England

An autumn paradise