In Massachusetts, in Massachusetts
The younger of the ocean sing A paean to their mother, offering To hold tight onto the quay To hold tight onto the silent way
Oh, it don't matter, it don't matter, it don't matter No, it don't matter, it don't matter, it don't matter what you do
In Massachusetts, in Massachusetts
A certain lack and dislocation Sotted up to the gunwales, and The tide tells you when to go The tide, it tells you when to come and to go, go
It don't matter, it don't matter, it don't matter No, it don't matter, it don't matter, it don't matter what you do
I can't, I can't find my roads Honestly, I want to hear the thought that I had But I can't feel anymore with you
In Massachusetts, in Massachusetts
To be held at bay and then consigned To pet about the frozen time To a mother so cold and gray And though she gives you one, she takes one away
Oh, it don't matter, it don't matter, it don't matter No, it don't matter, it don't matter, it don't matter what you do
In Massachusetts, in Massachusetts
The younger of the ocean sing A paean to their mother, offering To hold tight onto the quay And though she gives you one, she takes one away
Oh, it don't matter, it don't matter, it don't matter No, it don't matter, it don't matter, it don't matter what you do
I can't, I can't find my roads Honestly, I want to hear the thought that I had But I can't feel anymore with you
How can I only say it's a dark mind?
Oh, I can tell the things for you
In Massachusetts, in Massachusetts
To be held at bay and then consigned To pet about the frozen time To a mother so cold and gray And though she gives you one, she takes one away
Oh, it don't matter, it don't matter, it don't matter No, it don't matter, it don't matter, it don't matter what you do