Washington

You ask what land, I love the best
Washington, its Washington
The fairest land, in all the west
Washington, yes Washington

A land where trees, grow straight and tall
Washington, Oh Washington
The sweetest apples of them all
Washington, my Washington

Her feet are washed by the western sea
Washington, Oh Washington
Where eagles fly, so wild and free
Washington, dear Washington

Her mountains rise, to meet the sky
Washington, my Washington
Where saucers go, sailing by
Washington, old Washington

For miles and miles, across the plain
Washington, yes Washington
There stretches fields, of golden grain
Washington, Oh Washington