| Green Douglas firs where the water 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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| It’s roll on, Columbia, roll on.
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| 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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| So roll on, Columbia, roll on.
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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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| So roll on, Columbia, roll on.
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| 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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| So roll on, Columbia, roll on.
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| At Bonneville now there are ships in the locks
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| Waters have risen and cleared all the rocks
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| Shiploads of plenty will steam past the docks
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| It’s roll on, Columbia, roll on.
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| 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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| So roll on, Columbia, roll on.
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| And up on the river is the Grand Coulee Dam
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| The mightiest thing ever built by a man
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| To run the great factories and water the land,
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| It’s roll on, Columbia, roll on.
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| 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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| So roll on, Columbia, roll on. |