Silver City Days

I don't go back anymore
I don't go
But sometimes, when the rain turns to snow
Or when the clouds look like
White-capped mountains from home -
I go

Oh then I go-
I go back to the Columbia

It's early May-
Silver City Days
Beyond the smokestacks
I follow my river back

But I don't go
I don't go
Sometimes when the sun sets behind the trees
Or when I pass ghosts on the street
From home
I go

I cross the old bridge
I pass Bingay Bay
Down Eliza's road
I follow my river home