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Green Douglas firs where the waters cut through. |
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Down her wild mountains and canyons she flew. |
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Canadian Northwest to the ocean so blue, |
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Roll on, Columbia, roll on! |
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CHORUS: Roll on, Columbia, roll on. |
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Roll on, Columbia, roll on. |
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Your power is turning our darkness to dawn, |
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Roll on, Columbia, roll on. |
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Other great rivers add power to you, |
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Yakima, Snake and the Klickitat, too, |
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Sandy Willamette and Hood River, too; |
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Roll on, Columbia, roll on. |
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CHORUS |
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Tom Jefferson's vision would not let him rest, |
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An empire he saw in the Pacific Northwest. |
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Sent Lewis and Clark and they did the rest; |
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Roll on, Columbia, roll on. |
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CHORUS |
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It's there on your bank that we fought many a fight, |
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Sheridan's boys in the blockhouse that night, |
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They saw us in death but never in flight, |
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Roll on, Columbia, roll on. |
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CHORUS |
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At Bonneville now there are ships in the locks, |
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The waters have risen and cleared all the rocks, |
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Shiploads of plenty will steam past the docks, |
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Roll on, Columbia, roll on. |
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CHORUS |
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And on up the river is Grand Coulee Dam, |
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The mightiest thing ever built by a man, |
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To run these great factories and water the land, |
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It's roll on, Columbia, roll on. |
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CHORUS |
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These might men labored by day and by night, |
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Matching their strength 'gainst the river's wild flight, |
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Through rapids and falls they won the hard fight, |
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Roll on, Columbia, roll on. |
