I may not be an Owego native bred and born
But this small town has certainly become my home
Front Street flowers in Spring is hard to compare
People drive by just to stop and stare

The Susquehanna River twists and turns gently by
While all kinds of birds overhead fly
The Park is lined all over with old Hickory trees
Welcoming all while blowing in a gentle breeze

When you venture out to walk down the street
You know and speak to everyone you greet
Sometimes it is like stepping back in time
Or is it that the rest of the World is far behind

You can travel all over the World
But you will never find a more precious pearl
For nowhere you go can compare to home
No matter how far and how long you roam