As long as the Earth keeps on turning,
And unless the ocean runs dry,
Rain and snow will find their way
Down the mighty Columbia River,

Gargantua of dams, The Grand Coulee
Will drain the life from the flood,
Pounding thru thirty foot penstocks,
To each dervish-like energy giver,

The spent water will find the sea
After transiting dams and locks,
Cargo-filled barges and tugs It'll pass,
Bound to and from ports of the nation,

No one knows when the hunger and thirst
Of the wind will be sated and slaked,
But the moisture will return, whence it came,
British Columbia's and Washington's precipitation.

by D. Edgar Murray