Up here the land turns hard and life is bowing Away from Westbrook to Barton it's humpedup and stonedThere's no straight line laid out for a man His way gets bent by mountains again and againYou gotta back way up, you gotta start all overYou gotta make ends meet on the hills of Dover, hills of DoverWe stood it good when the spring meant sugar and the fall meant woodWe made our way in the winter with logging and in summer with hayMany good men went up that road till it got too steep for the heavy loadThey turned out at Rupert, Bondville and Belvedere to clear another passage for the coming yearYou gotta back way up, you gotta start all overYou gotta make ends meet on the hills of Dover, hills of DoverWe kept on a hue in the land without a team in the trace, without an axe in the handWe bulldozed ski runs all over these hills and drag-lined ponds where there weren't no millsSugarbush, Killington and Magic Mountain, Chalet Village and a Friendship FountainThese are the new crops to nourish our bones till we get laid out straight among these stonesYou gotta back way up, you gotta start all overYou gotta make ends meet on the hills of Dover, hills of DoverYou gotta back way up, you gotta start all over