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