Trempealeau from Backroads by Johnsmith

Trempealeau (Tremp a low)
Written by Johnsmith

If I were a painter true
I’d paint a picture postcard of you
Nestled ‘long the river bend
My tried and true familiar friend

And If I were a singer clear
I’d raise a melody for all to hear
The swans and swallows would all come round
To Trempealeau our little town

Trempealeau, Trempealeau
My jewel along this winding river road
From the banks of the mighty Mississip
Up to the limestone blufftop ridge
I’m proud to call you home
My home sweet Trempealeau

If I were a weaver fair
I’d weave a tapestry so fine and rare
A quilt of oak and cedar hues
Shining brilliant in the morning dew

If I were a poet divine
From the eyes of God these lines I’d write
I’m delighted with my work of art below
Put a frame around her, little Trempealeau

Chorus: Repeat

Trempealeau oh Trempealeau
You know me well as good friends go
My deepest secrets I‘ve shared with you
Whispered them all upon your streets and avenues

So let the seasons come and go
From summer lilies to winter snow
Here I’ll stay until I take my leave
May my spirit soar upon an eagle’s wings ….over Trempealeau ….

Chorus: Repeat

• Americana
• Folk
• singer-songwriter
• Trempealeau