A folk song, written during the early 1980s nuclear freeze/anti-nuclear war preparations protest era, while first living in Greater Boston Area in Massachusetts.
(chorus)
Belmont, Massachusetts
Was that her hometown?
Belmont, Massachusetts
A strange place to be found.
(verses)
Belmont seemed so empty
Yet that's where she came from
And walking up the hill
My thoughts were of love;
And going through the field
And into the forest
I wondered whether she had walked here in the past. (chorus)
I did not know her name
When I first heard her voice
And Belmont meant a racetrack
Where gamblers rejoiced;
And little did I know
The barriers they build
Between the common people and her voice real. (chorus)
There's no trace of her in Belmont
On the deserted suburban streets
And the people don't seem restless
And the people here don't seem sweet;
So I take a bus to Cambridge
And browse in a bookstore
And hope that songs of protest can prevent a nuclear war. (chorus)