City Of Roses

In the City of Roses

Streets lines with red brick and green branches

Or in rainy days that might seem weak

Rain is the paint that makes the land lush and the folks unique

City parks, wild berries and old bridges

Rolling river bringing good to and from the sea

A mountain hooded with snow silently watching over me

Anywhere I go these roots are with me

And I find I take along a little piece of heaven

With these memories of mine

From the City of Roses, City of Roses

City of Roses, City of Roses

City of Roses, City of Roses

City of Roses, City of Roses

Down along the river we can mark it

The Sunday, Saturdays the waterfront comes alive

And street vendors and hippies that keep a hemp sack flyin'

All the people you could wish for or imagine

From the farmer in the city selling fresh grown greens

Musicians hustling to make sure there's a thriving jazz scene

Anywhere I go these roots are with me

And I find I take along a little piece of heaven

With these memories of mine

Everywhere I go these roots are with me

Yeah, and I find wherever I travel I might take with me

These memories of mine

From the City of Roses, City of Roses

City of Roses, City of Roses

City of Roses, City of Roses

City of Roses, City of Roses

Anywhere I go these roots are with me

And I find I take along a little piece of heaven

With these memories of mine

Everywhere I go these roots are with me

And I find wherever I travel I take with me

Portland in my mind

Mmm, the City of Roses

City of Roses, City of Roses

City of Roses, City of Roses

City of Roses, City of Roses

City of Roses, City of Roses