The bluest skies you’ve ever seen in Seattle
And the hills the greenest green in Seattle
Like a beautiful child growing up free and wild
Full of hopes and full of fears
Full of laughter full of tears
Full of dreams to last the years in Seattle
In Seattle
And that mythical land of Seattle past has gone a-glimmering. Oh, it is fine to visit the past, but you can’t live there.
No matter how idyllic it may have been.
The here and now is pretty darned gritty, like Hell’s Half Acre or various ghetto districts that once were rampant in so many cities around the world.
When you find your own true love you will know it
By her smile, by the look in her eyes
Scent of pine trees in the air, never knew a day so fair
It makes you feel so proud that you could cry