Verse 1 K.C. VanNatta, a logger so bold, Fought for the woodlands, young and old. Then Lee Hunt, with a vision so grand, Nurturing forests, across the land. Chorus The Oregon Small Woodlands Association, a legacy's call, Leaders standing tall, giving their all. Through the years, many voices have joined the song, Protecting our forests, where we belong. Verse 2 Bob Kintigh, the tree farmer, with Christmas cheer, Champion grower, year after year. Robert Mealey, a lifetime in the wood, Sixty years of forestry, understood. Chorus The Oregon Small Woodlands Association, a legacy's call, Leaders standing tall, giving their all. Through the years, many voices have joined the song, Protecting our forests, where we belong. Bridge Wendell Harmon, with a love so deep, Forests in his heart, secrets to keep. Mark Havel, the inventor, with a mind so bright, Tools and machines, taking flight. Chorus The Oregon Small Woodlands Association, a legacy's call, Leaders standing tall, giving their all. Through the years, many voices have joined the song, Protecting our forests, where we belong. Outro We'll carry their torch, with hearts so true, The Oregon Small Woodlands Association, forever in view. For the trees and the land, we'll take a stand, Together we'll protect, this precious band.
