In northern lands of verdant hue,

Where mountains rise to kiss the blue,

There lies a city of great fame,

With Baguio as its honored name.

Nestled amidst the cool green hills,

Its beauty captivates and thrills,

With gardens bright and streets so clean,

A place of wonder, a stunning scene.

The scent of pine pervades the air,

As one explores with gentle care,

The markets teeming with fresh fare,

And culture rich beyond compare.

The Cordillera, majestic and proud,

Is home to tribes of a different crowd,

Whose customs, rituals, and beliefs

Are passed down through time like falling leaves.

Oh Baguio, land of sweet repose,

Where life is gentle and love grows,

May you forever grace our shores,

And fill our hearts with memories galore.

And to Benguet, a province of pride,

Whose people live in harmony and abide,

May your lands forever be blessed,

With nature's bounty and endless zest.