[chorus:]
Iowa, Iowa,
Winter, spring, summer and
fall.
Come and see, come dance with
me,
To the beautiful Iowa Waltz.
We take care of our own, take
care of our young,
Make hay while the sun shines.
Growing our crops, singing
our songs,
And planting until harvest
time.
[repeat chorus twice]
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