Belvidere, the name sounds so peaceful.
Is it not a place for your children to grow?
Swinging bridge and waterfall
Two scenic parks in which to spend your time.
My youth from ten years,
This is the hometown in which I was grown.
No coal fields, nor mines.
Mostly factories are the place people marked their time.
From the Blue Ridge to the Black Hills.
Beautiful places we pitched our tents.
Chrysler Corporation, in Belvidere,
Built an assembly plant.
Chasing a good job,
Belvidere is where our family went.
Belvidere turned out to be a good place to live,
Except their winters too much cold and snow.
The people good honest hard working folks
But their winters I don’t miss.
Mom, dad, and brother Larry
They do rest there now.
Sister Jackie who is of the cloth
With husband Wayne there they do remain.
Belvidere, you’re always in my prayers
Your beauty and your friendliness
Like fresh spring roses, Belvidere, a great place to rest your cares.
Belvidere, still such a pretty word to me
Will always be a special smile upon
My heart and memories.
I pray that all the people of the earth
Could have such fond recall
Of the places they were grown.
After life’s last breath is gone
It is there I wish they plant my bones
In loving memory of the place that I was grown
Such wonderful people upon God’s earth
Belvidere, the place that I called home.