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 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 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