No use to say
That I was born here
In a small red house on the river
Connecticut river
In winter we'd walk by the river
It's strip of Listerine
Blue ice
Knowing spring would turn our prints to water
And water to New England clay
No use to say
That I was born here
No use to say
That I was born here
Oh
No use to say
That I was born here
No
I am not American for you, I am
Not American for you, I am
Not American for you
I am from no country but The East
I am from no country but The East
My body fragrant as star anise
I am from no country but The East
Like star anise