Verse 1: Beneath the towering evergreens, where the whispered stories flow, The Oregon Small Woodlands Association tends the seeds we sow. We honor those who've led the way, their names we speak with pride, Like Lee Hunt who dreamed of forests strong, across the countryside. Chorus: From the roots of our woodlands, to the canopy above, We stand upon the shoulders of the ones who shared their love. Though some have gone before us, their legacy lives on, In the heart of Oregon's forests, their spirit's never gone. Verse 2: Bob Kintigh grew the Christmas trees that lit up winter's night, A senator and forester, he fought for what was right. He turned the stumps to forests green, his vision clear and true, With the Oregon Small Woodlands Association guiding through. Chorus: From the roots of our woodlands, to the canopy above, We stand upon the shoulders of the ones who shared their love. Though some have gone before us, their legacy lives on, In the heart of Oregon's forests, their spirit's never gone. Bridge: Many leaders walked these trails, their footsteps mark the way, In every leaf and branch we see, the promise of their day. Final Chorus: From the roots of our woodlands, to the canopy above, We carry on their mission, and nurture it with love. The Oregon Small Woodlands Association sings their song, In the rustling of the needles, their echoes linger on.
