Way up north in the Massachusetts woods where the maple syrup flows and the dandelions grow first of spring awakens everything
Way up north in the woods we are Brewers of the dankest beer baby honey real tasty mead is even sweeter.
The green river flows through the veins of crystal ledges
Way up north where the apples trees grow the hardest cider flows you’ll find me chasing monarchs through the milkweed fields or tearing bittersweet from struggling trees
