Rogue River Valley

Songs in the fields and from over the hill
Played on an old wooden stage
Heard through the pines trees a lonesome melody
That only will sweeten with age

They've all gone away for the winter
Maybe to return in the spring

When music can fly like an eagle
take wing in the Rogue River Valley

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Nobody's going to the big show
Nobody's riding the rail
The stage lights on Saturday night don't gleam in the sky
No more will the artist regale

We've all gone away for the winter
Maybe to return in the spring

When music can weep like a willow
take root in the Rogue River Valley