It's autumntime in Massachusetts,
Can't you smell that pumpkin pie just round the bend?
It's Autumntime in Massachusetts,
Cranberries on the side are sure to make you grin.

It's harvest time in Massachusetts,
There'll be goodies in the basket from Pittsfield to Old Cape Cod.
It's music time in Massachusetts,
The Pops'll put on James Taylor and Sheherazade.

When I hit that Connecticut line,
I know it won't be long
'Til I reach that place so fine,
The land where I belong!
It's Autumntime in Massachusetts--
I just want to get up to New England now and then.

When it's wintertime in Massachusetts,
The ice will float on in to the old Back Bay.
And in springtime up in that Pilgrimland,
You know it's time to get out and pitch some hay.

In summertime in that old Bay State,
They'll go out sailing all up and down the Charles.
But in autumntime in Massachusetts,
The squirrel scoots up the oak to claim the gnarles.

When I hit that Connecticut line,
I know it won't be long
'Til I reach that place so fine,
The land where I belong!
It's Autumntime in Massachusetts--
I just want to get up to New England now and then.