íve never seen New
In springy green or snowy down.
Never thought of woods and farms,
In terms of having special charms,
Like being lovely, dark and deep,
And housing tramps no one would keep,
Or piles of wood, in need of use,
With stories of old menís abuse;
Especially on a winterís night.
However, Iím not much on sight.
I mostly live by what I feel.
If heart is touched, I know itís real.
So Iíve been New England town,
In springy green and frosty down.