A festival that celebrates our town
We're Hebron, a community of friends
The maples here achieve a great renown
And every year we hope it never ends
The sugar from our maples is so sweet
It flows when trees are tapped in early spring
It flows like friendship flows down every street
It seems to make the people want to sing
A festive song, a festival we love
We welcome all with hope that always grows
Like maple leaves on lofty limbs above
Through which the joy of maple syrup flows
The winter snows will melt and go away
While Hebron’s Maple Festival will stay.
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