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SPRING Have you seen spring come to the valley Where the streams tumble down to the sea In the early hours of the morning While the night is still sleeping in the trees? I've seen the mist as it grazes in the meadows Waiting for the sun to set it free Watched the cattle gently rise To greet the morning skies And the breeze that blows softly from the sea On the rock-bound coast of Oregon. Where the cedars stand high In a clear blue sky Washed clean by a salt-laden breeze Where the mountains reach down Through the forests and the sound of the surf as it pounds to the shore On the fog-bound coast of Oregon SUMMER Have you seen summer come to the beaches Where the dunes rise and fall on golden sands In the middle hours of the dawning when shadows bend and crawl throughout the lands? I've seen dew drops in the summer of the morning When the sun first strikes a path across the sky Heard the sea gulls and their cries Seen the world through children's eyes And felt the warmth of a bright summer's day On the rock-bound coast of Oregon. Where the cedars stand high In a clear blue sky Washed clean by a salt-laden breeze Where the mountains reach down Through the forests and the sound of the surf as it pounds to the shore On the sun-drenched coast of Oregon |
AUTUMN Have you seen AUTUMN come to the village Where it clings to the rocks at Depot Bay Watched the fishing fleet come in on the head of a wind That threatens to steal the light from the day I have stood upon the cliffs at Cape Perpetua Watched the rain clouds chase the sun across the sky Seen the hemlock bending low As the gods begin to sow The seeds of a storm from on high On the wind-swept coast of Oregon Where the cedars stand high In a clear blue sky Washed clean by a salt-laden breeze Where the mountains reach down Through the forests and the sound of the surf as it pounds to the shore On the windswept coast of Oregon WINTER Have you seen WINTER come to headlands Where the salt waters pound the shore Through the heavy hours of the nightime Shaking pines and cedars to the core? I have stood by the fire in my hearth Heard the gods scream and howl across the bay Fealt the thunder and its might As the lightning burns the night And sets the scene for a rebirth of the day On the storm-tossed coast of Oregon Where the cedars stand high In a clear blue sky Washed clean by a salt-laden breeze Where the mountains reach down Through the forests and the sound of the surf as it pounds to the shore On the windswept coast of Oregon |