Author: Don Fraser


Oh where has all of the sunshine gone?
There was plenty and now
It is none
I live in the northwest
Of all the places Iíve been
I love this the best
Everything is so green
Itís no wonder
To the northwest I lean
Sure It rains all of the time
But thatís the price you pay
To feel so sublime
When it rains I donít get wet
By living in the northwest
Iím a vet,
You can always tell when itís going to rain
It doesnít take
A hell of a brain
You look towards Mt. Hood
As all north-westerners would
And if you can see the mountain high
And itís beauty
You would sigh
But if you canít see the mountain at all
That means
The rain has commenced to fall.


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