I was born upon a hillside
Where the pines sing in the wind
Where my Daddy lived before me
And my Grandpa before him.
We believe in simple living
It's the only life we know
All we need here is our freedom
And a place to call our home.
In the land of Ethan Allen
Where the sugar maples grow
Where the wild grass fills the meadow
And the rocky rivers flow
By the hills that I call home
I have traveled 'cross the country
And there is much that I have learned
Still I felt no peace inside me
Till the day that I returned
Oh there's two things you can count on
In this troubled world we face
Every season has an ending
Every person has a place.
In the land of Ethan Allen
Where the sugar maples grow
Where the wild grass fills the meadow
And the rocky rivers flow
By the hills that I call home