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.