Roll On Columbia

Green Douglas fir where the waters cut through

Down her wild mountains and canyons she flew

Canadian Northwest to the ocean so blue

It's roll on, Columbia, roll on

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Your power is turning our darkness to dawn

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Other great rivers add power to you

Yakima, Snake and the Klickitat, too

Sandy, Willamette and Hood River, too

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

It's there on your banks that we fought many a fight

Sheridan's boys in the blockhouse that night

They saw us in death but never in flight

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Your power is turning our darkness to dawn

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Our loved ones we lost there at Coe's little store

By fireball and rifle, a dozen or more

We won by the Mary and soldiers she bore

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Remember the trial when the battle is won

The wild Indian warrior to the tall timber run

We hung every Indian with smoke in his gun

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Year after year we had tedious trials

Fighting the Rapids Cascades and Dalles

The Indians rest peaceful on Memaloose Isle

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Your power is turning our darkness to dawn

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

At Bonneville now there is ships in the locks

Waters have risen and drowned the rocks

Shiploads of plenty will steam in the docks

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

On up the river is Grand Coulee Dam

Mightiest thing ever built by a man

To run the great factories for Old Uncle Sam

It's roll on, Columbia, roll on

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Your power is turning darkness to dawn

Roll on, Columbia, roll on