For the rest of our lives we'll be swaying As laces and dirtied old soles. From the branches young age's engagements Have flocked with the sparrows and gulls To O, Astoria. 'Neath the rails of old engines' abandon 'Tween cracks in the gravel and moss Where the flickers of memories we flattened In the copper of pennies are lost In the shade of our glory At the hill where the old chapel stands There is held our beliefs where we left them In the skin of the tall pines, the rocks, and the sands Of O, Astoria! There we on the water took count Of the moons that have orbited us and gave weight To our arms that could open but slight Though our words would change even gravity's might. With the dust and the ash of our fathers passed Tucked neatly in our blood O, what length we've waited for this place to seek us out! O, Astoria. In the shade of our glory At the end of Columbia's breath Did we know our beliefs when we forged them In the skin of the tall pines the rocks and the sands? Of O, Astoria!