Now I was born by the Fenway, in Beth Israel Hospital
Could that help to explain why I love the Fenway so well?
Nowhere do I feel more at home, it seems
Than on the Fenway, where I dreamed my dreams

Well I was small they took us to old Mechanics Hall
We got to see the mighty Ted Williams
Put one over the right field wall
All that nostalgia comes out every day, you see
On the Fenway where I've dreamed dreams

Somеtimes it rains, and then it's just damp and cold
Sometimеs I've roamed its little paths when I've felt old
Now smell the air, and you'll smell exhaust fumes everywhere
'Cause the place is just too narrow not to be bothered by them there

But there's silence to the place
When you stand there in the sun
And there's an echo from an era
That's already past and gone
And there is silence in the Gardner Museum
(Where's that?)
It's on the Fenway where I've dreamed my dreams

Well after all, clap your hands
And there's a silence to that place
As you stand there in the sun
And there's also this haunting silent sorrow
'Cause the glory days have gone
And there is silence in the Gardner Museum
(Where's that?)
Well, it's on the Fenway, as you know, where I've dreamed my dreams
Boston's Fenway, where I dreamed my dreams