Verse 1: In the hush of the forest morning, the sun filters through the leaves, The Oregon Small Woodlands Association believes. In the work of those who've led us, their full names we now proclaim, Robert Mealey tended pines, the valley bears his name. Chorus: Echoes in the evergreen, whispers in the wind, Fallen leaders' dreams live on, their stories never end. Through the Oregon woodlands, their footsteps pave our way, We carry forth their mission, into a brand new day. Verse 2: Mark Havel thought beyond the box, with tools to ease the load, Biking down the mountain trails, he took the thoughtful road. Innovator, conservationist, his ideas helped us all, With the Oregon Small Woodlands Association standing tall. Chorus: Echoes in the evergreen, whispers in the wind, Fallen leaders' dreams live on, their stories never end. Through the Oregon woodlands, their footsteps pave our way, We carry forth their mission, into a brand new day. Bridge: Many leaders, many hearts, their roots run deep and wide, In every branch and budding leaf, their memories abide. Final Chorus: Echoes in the evergreen, whispers in the wind, The Oregon Small Woodlands Association gathers kin. Though some have journeyed onward, their spirit lights our way, In the tapestry of timber, their legacies will stay.
