The charm of O’Fallon, keeps calling me home,
It calls to me sweetly, wherever I roam,
On highways and byways, or out on the sea
The charm of O’Fallon, keeps calling to me.
You’re only a town, with an Old Irish name,
You have your faults, but you’re great just the same,
There kind hearts and true friends, I meet every day,
That’s why I miss you, when I am away.
Just one hundred years, have now come and gone,
Since you as a village, were cradled and born.
The charm of O’Fallon, with each passing year,
Grows ever more precious, and ever more dear.
-February 13, 1954