From the recording The Music Lives On - 2016 Album Release
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