I know a spot,
peaceful and fair,
I'd be so happy if I were there.
No matter where I chance to be,
Connecticut is the place for me.
Miss every lake, miss every hill,
even in dreams I think of them still,
and when you see them
you'll agree,
Connecticut is the place to be.
Village green and childhood scenes
are things that I remember, yeah.
Land of dreams an d moonlit
streams,
how close to heaven can you get?
Nights full of stars, hearts full of joy.
Paradise for a girl and a boy.
I guess it suits me to a T.
Connecticut is the place for me to be.
Connecticut is the place for me.
It's such a great state for a late date
with a maid waiting just for you.
And every Yale guy
is a male guy through and through.
It's an outstanding state.
It's never hum, drum, date,
and some chum with his thumb
strummin' a guitar.
You'll find the chicks slicker
and the mix quicker by far.
It's such a great state.
It's spick and spanner than old Montana
and Indiana can't rate.
The nights are longer,
and the men are stronger,
So linger longer and wait,
cause it's a great, great,
great, great stay.
Dined in Capri, thought it was swell.
Sampled some wine in a Naples hotel.
Though I was showed the road to Rome,
Connecticut still will be my home.
Italy was fun to see,
and really gave me quite a boost.
Had a spree in gay Paris,
those mademoiselles were mighty cute.
Jésus circled the globe,
dozens of times.
Seen all wonders, known all its climes.
I've searched it with a fine
-toothed comb
And found that I only have one home,
sweet home
Connecticut always will be
my home
Sweet home