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City Of RosesIn the city of, rosesStreets lined with red brick, and green branches Weren't rainy days that might seem bleak Our rain is the paint that makes the land lush and the folks unique City parks, wild berries, and old bridges A rolling river bringing goods to and from the sea A mountain hooded in snow silently watching over me Anywhere I go these roots are with me, and I find, I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine From the city of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses Down along the river, weekend market On sunny Saturdays the water front comes alive The street vendors and hippies they keep a hemp sack flying All the people you could wish for or imagine From the farmer in the city selling fresh grown greens, Musicians, hustling to make sure that there's a thriving jazz scene Anywhere I go these roots are with me, and I find, I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine Everywhere I go these roots are with me, yeah and I find, Wherever I may travel I take with me, these memories of mine From the city of roses, city of roses, City of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses Everywhere I go these roots are with me, and I find, I take along a little piece of heaven, with these memories of mine Everywhere I go these roots are with me, yeah and I find, Wherever I may travel I take with me, Portland in my mind The city of roses City of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses City of roses, city of roses |