I’ve been to every state we have,
but I think I’m inclined
to say that Rhody stole my heart.
You can have the forty-nine.
Herring gulls that dot the sky,
blue waves that paint the rocks,
water rich with Neptune’s life,
the boats that line the docks.
I see the lighthouse flickering
to help the sailors see.
Rhode Island it’s for me.

I love the fresh October days,
the buzz on College Hill,
art that moves an eye to tear,
a jewelers special skill.
Icicles refract from the sun,
snow falling gracefully.
Some search for a place that’s warm
Rhode Island it’s for me!

The skyline piercing Providence,
the State House dome so rare.
Residents who speak their minds,
no longer unaware.
Roger Williams would be proud to see his colony,
so don’t sell short this precious port.
Rhode Island it’s for me!

Rhode Island, oh, Rhode Island,
surrounded by the sea.
There’s a place for everyone,
Rhode Island it’s for me!