By Woodie Guthrie Green Douglas firs where the waters cut through Down her wild mountains and canyons she flew Canadian Northwest to the ocean, so blue, Roll on Colombia, roll on. Cho: Roll on Colombia, roll on Roll on Colombia, roll on Your power is turning our darkness to dawn So roll on Colombia, roll on
By Woodie Guthrie Green Douglas firs where the waters cut through Down her wild mountains and canyons she flew Canadian Northwest to the ocean, so blue, Roll on Colombia, roll on. Cho: Roll on Colombia, roll on Roll on Colombia, roll on Your power is turning our darkness to dawn So roll on Colombia, roll on
