Home Sweet Home

Nestled in the foothills
of the beautiful Cascades,
and divided by the river
that carved out the Palisades,
We find a fertile valley
filled with apple trees,
whose blossoms in the springtime
scent the gentle breeze.
A look across the river
reveals fields of golden wheat,
and behind you Saddlerock
gives the eye another treat.
In the evening you may hear
the whistle of a train
that connects us with the cities
that are filled with stress and strain.
Ah yes, life here is peaceful
there's no bustle and no scurry.
Here we trust our neighbors,
unlocked doors? they cause no worry.
Wenatchee's like a magnet,
I've gone from coast to coast,
but something always draws me back
to the place I love the most.
You may find this corny,
you may evev think I lie,
but Wenatchee is the place where I was born,
and here I hope to die.