From the recording Friends & Other Strangers

An elegy to the Granite State, written by a transplanted Southerner...

Lyrics

LIVE FREE OR DIE
(David Swords)

The silver sun is sinking low, deep snow all around
We’ll need a cup of kindness to get by
We could leave this cold and dark old place for something warm or fine
But I guess we’d rather live free or die

April is the cruelest month, things only last awhile
Old people like old mountains must let go
We've no strength or hope to hold onto by and by
So carpe diem, live free or die

CHORUS
Take me to New Hampshire, when I'm far away and tired
To some hard old Yankee who stands his ground
Take me to her granite walls
To her fleeting endless nights
To her lakes, and to her little towns

The summer sun rules the land, rain parches every tongue
Green days we never want to end
We celebrate freedom’s birth and mourn her passing by
Knowing we’ll never live free or die

[Piano solo - Rick Pollak]
[Guitar solo - Roy D'Innocenzo]

The air begins to shiver, the leaves grow old and bright
A world so lovely it makes me want to cry
We’ve stacked our wood, picked our fruit, labored into the night
That’s how we live free or die

CHORUS
Take me to New Hampshire, when I'm far away or tired
To some hard old Yankee who stands his ground
Take me to her granite walls
To her fleeting endless nights
To her lakes and to her little towns

And when we're done lay our bones
With those who piled these stones
Our graves will read like license plates
New Hampshire, beneath your hallowed ground
Lies one who lived free and died.

CREDITS
David Swords (vocal)
Ruth Fischer (violin)
Rick Pollak (piano, Hammond B-3)
Roy D'Innocenzo (lead guitar, fills)
Ann Saunderson (harmony vocal)
Rick Lugg (tremolo guitar)
Dan Morrissey (bass)
Mitch Simon (drums)