Roll on, Columbia, roll on
Roll on, Columbia, roll on
Your power is turning the darkness to dawn
So roll on, Columbia, roll on
Green Douglas fir where the
wa ter cut through
Down her wild mountains and canyons she flew
Canadian Northwest to the ocean so blue,
It's Roland, Columbia, Roland.
Other great rivers add power to you,
The Yakima, Snake,
and the Clicky Tattoo,
Sandy, Willamette, and Hood River too,
It's Ro land, Columbia, Roland.
Roland, Columbia, Roland.
Roland, Columbia, Roland.
Your power is turning the
darkness to dawn,
So roll on, Columbia, roll on.
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,
It's roll on, Columbia, roll on.
At Bonneville now there
are ships in the locks,
The waters have risen and
cleared all the rocks,
Shiploads aplenty will steam past the docks,
So roll on, Columbia, roll on.
Roll on, Columbia, roll on.
Roll on, Columbia, roll on.
Your power is turning the
darkness to dawn,
So roll on, Columbia, roll on.
On up the river is Grand Coulee Dam,
The mightiest thing ever built by a man,
To run the great factories
and water the land,
Roll on, Columbia, roll on.
These mighty men labored by
day and by night,
Matching their strength
against the river's wild flight,
Through rapids and falls
they won the hard fight,
So roll on, Columbia, roll on.
Roll on, Columbia, roll on.
Roll on, roll on.
Your power is turning the darkness to dawn,
So roll on, Columbia, roll on.
Roll on, Columbia, roll on!
Roll on, Columbia, roll on!
Your power is turning the darkness to dawn
So roll on, Columbia, roll on!