Down East and Up Along

Down east and up along the fringy coast of Maine There’s rumor of the summer and the warm soft rain. There’s lisp of little leaves astir in the heart of every tree, There’s gossip in the grasses that run down to meet the sea. In my heart I hear them calling like a siren’s song, “Come and share the glories of down east and up along!” Down east and up along the brooks are flowing full, The gray sea is blue again, the spring tides pull, The keening of the winter wind no longer haunts the seas, There’s the velvet touch of raindrops upon the southern breeze. The throb of life resurgent is calling loud and long, “Come and share the glories of down east and up along!” Down east and up along the sun is warm again, Calling to the hungry hearts of city-weary men. Telling of the golden days in a land of woods and sea, A land of summer glory and of autumn ecstasy. You can almost hear the music of the hovering angel throng, For the very edge of Heaven lies down east and up along!