Lyrics

Now the leaves are turning and the autumn winds are blowing

There’s a glimmering light of winter in the breeze

As I lay down by the fire

And I think of younger days

The North Shore of the Island meets the sea



The old white house and the rustic gates surround me

With the beauty of the countryside abound

Like a peaceful serenade

In a lovely kind of way

I can lose myself in the visions all around



It’s my home - at the Head of the Harbor

It’s my home at the foot of the sound

Wherever I may roam, to the reaches of my soul

It’s the Head of the Harbor I’ll call home



Now the land is mine forever, there’s no question

Like the fifty acres deeded once before

The polo fields, they’re gone

But the history lingers on

As the Head of the Harbor hugs the shore



It’s my home - at the Head of the Harbor

It’s my home at the foot of the sound

Wherever I may roam, to the reaches of my soul

It’s the Head of the Harbor I’ll call home



It’s a home that will never die

It’s the place my heart resides

The children they were born, and my whole world transformed

In that home under Long Island skies



It’s my home - at the Head of the Harbor

It’s my home at the foot of the sound

Wherever I may roam, to the reaches of my soul

It’s the Head of the Harbor I’ll call home



Wherever I may roam, to the reaches of my soul

It’s the Head of the Harbor - I’ll call home