There’s a two-lane county road in northern Jersey 
Winding up a hill beside a lake 
Just before the road winds to an end 
Is Hazel’s house 

Long white picket fence around the front yard 
A wagon wheel someone made into a gate 
Flagstone steps will lead you to the front door 
Of Hazel’s house 

And Hazel will will have seen you from the window 
She’s waiting for you as you climb the steps 
She says, “Thank God, we were starting to get worried. 
Come on in.” 

It’s New Year’s and the place is overflowing 
Cousins, aunts and uncles gather round 
How you’ve grown.” 

And the uncles all have one eye on the Rose Bowl 
One by one they slink back to the den 
Everybody else heads for the kitchen 
You go with them 

She always has the crumbcake at the ready 
Today is no exception - there it is 
The order of the universe intact 
At Hazel’s house 

And no one seems to know that this is heaven 
They say we only know it by and by 
That someday all will be revealed 
Well, here it is: 

There’s a two-lane county road in northern Jersey 
Winding up a hill beside a lake 
Just before the road winds to an end 
Hazel’s house 
Go on in