Jon Svetkey

OH MASSACHUSETTS

Oak trees in autumn, frozen pond hockey
Cannons on commons where history lives
A 250-year old tavern is calling
I'm headed right over there after my shift

Sing me your folk songs
Fill me with stories
About cities, back roads, rivers and farms
Pray for the pilgrim who came here before me
Oh Massachusetts you're here in my heart

I met her one August, she'd just finished college
She told me she'd seen half the world on her own
We held hands together from Wellfleet to Stockbridge
By New Year's in Rockport she knew she was home

Sing me your folk songs
Fill me with stories
About cities, back roads, rivers and farms
Pray for the pilgrims who came here before me
Oh Massachusetts you're here in my heart

I won't mess with Texas, Virginia's for lovers
But that doesn't matter to me or my wife
The South is romantic, I sure love to visit
But I know where I'm hanging my hat all my life

Sing me your folk songs
Fill me with stories
About cities, back roads, rivers and farms
Pray for the pilgrims who came here before me
Oh Massachusetts you're here in my heart