Sing a Song of Roses

Came from California, looking for a place to fall: Portland’s good as anywhere, and now it’s best of all; Learned to love the roses, and the rivers full of rain; California drove me north, and Portland drove me sane. Leaving all my memories back behind where they belong, Sang a song of roses, and I let it make me strong, Lifting up my life inside my hands to make it grow Tall as any mountain rising mighty in the snow. Sing a song of roses, Dreams of me and you, Portland love encloses Dreams of me and you, Sing a song of roses. Gentle people welcoming you, with an open hand, Mighty people not afraid to fight to keep their land; City on the river floating ships from overseas; People soft as roses, people tough as Oregon trees. Been a long time coming, but I’m here to rest awhile, Never mind the highway, never mind the weary mile; You and me and roses, and the salmon in the streams; Can’t believe were thriving, Portland rain has washed our dreams.