I doubt that I will ever see
A place as lovely as my home
Slipped in between a little sea
And high snow-capped volcanic dome.
The trees will never be as green
Nor grow as thickly on the ground
The air will never be as clean
As by our house on Puget Sound.
The rain will fall, so plants can grow,
But idle rain makes rainbows too,
And in the rhododendron glow
Despite the clouds, I love the view.
So take the rest of all the earth
I'll keep the town that gave me birth.
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