Here's this quaint little town we call Norway
In a verdant place called Maine
Like an unending song in my memory
I keep hearing its haunting refrain
There, on Main Street, stand rows of old icons
Relics, for all to see
If you listen, they'll tell you their story
Of what was, or was meant to be
It's a town that was tested by fire
And tempered in sweat, smoke and tears
But it rose up again from the ashes
To witness the passage of years
In this town, each "Hello" is a seed sown
Where friendships take root and grow
Many will last forever . . .
I just thought you'd like to know
This is our town, this place we call Norway
Let's shout out our praise loud and clear
So the folks down at Longley's and Woodman's
Can hear us and echo our cheer
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