Now the world has seven wonders as the travelers always tell.
Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well.
But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair land.
It's the big Columbia river and the big Grand Coulee Dam.
She heads up the Canadian Rockies where rippling waters glide,
Comes roaring down the canyon oh to meet that salty tide.
Of the big Pacific Ocean where the sun sets in the west,
In the big Grand Coulee country, in the land I love the best.
In the misty crystal glitter of the wild and windward spray,
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave.
Why she tore their boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream,
Oh the day the Coulee dam crossed that wild and wasted stream.
Now Uncle Sam took up the challenge in the year of thirty three,
For the farmer and the factory and all of you and me.
He said roll along Columbia, you can roll down to the sea,
But river while you're rambling you can do some work for me.
In the misty crystal glitter of the wild and windward spray,
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave.
Why she tore their boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream,
Oh the day the Coulee dam crossed that wild and wasted stream.
Now from Washington and Oregon you can hear the factories hum,
Making chrome and making manganese, and bright aluminum.
Now roars a flying fortress for a fight for Uncle Sam,
Along that golden king Columbia and the big Grand Coulee dam.
In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray,
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave.
Why she tore their boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream,
Oh the day the Coulee dam crossed that wild and wasted stream.
Now the world has seven wonders as the travelers always tell.
Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well.
But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair land.
It's the big Columbia river and the big Grand Coulee Dam.