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VERSE 1:
There's a place I know
where the purple lilacs grow
and the sparkling rivers rush down to the sea;
where snow-capped mountains rise
high into the clear blue sky
and the seasons come and go so naturally.
CHORUS:
Oh, New Hampshire.
New Hampshire is where I want to be.
Oh, New Hampshire.
I love New Hampshire naturally.
VERSE 2:
Oh, I love her in the spring
when the birds begin to sing;
in the winter and the good old summertime;
But I think it's in the fall
that I love her most of all,
New Hampshire's always somewhere in my mind.
VERSE 3:
As I sail upon a breeze,
feel the earth beneath my skis,
paddle down a stream or cast a fly;
wander through a village square,
breathe the cool, clean mountain air,
I know how it feels to be New Hampshire high.
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