Beautiful Oregon, Land of trees I motor-homed away from thee; Wandered afar towing my car With everything stowed & nothing ajar Headed east far from the restless sea Looked for where I ought to be. National Parks, so grand, mountains above, Reminded me--- where I started from Click Mouse to advance Slide
Beautiful Oregon, I am wistful for a reason Not least of which is the four separate seasons It's a beginning not the end of my story The friendliest people add depth to her glory Independent and diverse and truly magnificent She is indeed blessed By One called Omnipotent
Beautiful Oregon, casts a vision supreme Drifting with the current down a moonlit stream While above the Heavens in their glory beamed A canopy of stars that twinkled and shined Reminded me of eyes that looked into mine Capturing a memory of young love divine
Beautiful Oregon, in dreams I see Visions of what awakened me. Rugged shoreline, oceans that roar Childhood memories I can not ignore Verdant meadows, pastures green Sparkling lakes with a silver sheen Mighty rivers surge to the sea, so grand Mother Nature has nurtured this Land
. Beautiful Oregon, where the springtime rain Bloom the wildflowers on the eastern plain. Snow capped mountains rising high Thunderclouds silhouette the sky. And if you watch closely with an Eagle eye You will see rainbows appear bye n bye Colors of beauty so wonderful to behold A sacred promise from on high I am told
Beautiful Oregon, Just add up the Tally From the Broad Green Bosom of the Willamette Valley From the eastern boundaries where the Steens are terrific To where the western shores greet the mighty Pacific Wines of distinction please the palette with flavor Tillamook Cheddar and Dungeness crab to savor
Beautiful Oregon, where unencumbered Eagles soar into the wild blue yonder Absence makes the heart grow fonder A native son has much to ponder Like a prodigal son, mood so somber A father’s embrace puts ache asunder A parable or paradigm, I truly wonder
Beautiful Oregon, whew! Never again Adieu, Never again Adieu Beautiful Oregon Land of my youth My journey afar became the moment of truth My spirits are soaring no longer blue My pulse is quickening the miles are few My senses are full, thy wonders in view, Where friendships await again to renew! “ Welcome to Oregon” Beautiful Oregon, whew! Never again Adieu, Never again Adieu By Gene Nordstrom
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