Holding hands at midnight 'Neath a starry sky. . . Nice work if you can get it And you can get it -- if you try.
I dwell 'neath the shades of Harvard In the State of the Sacred Cod, Where the Lowells speak only to Cabots And the Cabots speak only to God
I was born 'neath a clouded star.
Ev'ry heart beats true 'neath the Red, White and Blue
This world o' God's is brighter Than we ever dream or know; Its burdens growin' lighter- An' it's Love that makes 'em so! An' I'm thankful that I'm livin' Where Love's blessedness I see, 'Neath a Heaven that's forgivin' Where the bells ring 'Home' to me!
I love coming back to Neath - this is home and always will be.