[00:24.697]For the rest of our lives we"ll be swaying[00:28.725]As laces and dirtied old soles[00:32.710]From the branches young age's engagements[00:37.268]Have flocked with the sparrows and gulls[00:41.289]To o astoria[00:53.633]Beneath the rails of old engines' abandon[00:57.646]Between cracks in the gravel and moss[01:01.900]Where the flickers of memories we flattened[01:05.907]In the copper of pennies are lost[01:10.735]In the shade shade of our glory[01:14.475]At the hill where the old chapel stands[01:18.492]There is held our beliefs where we left them[01:22.518]In the skin of the tall pines the rocks and the sands[01:26.793]Of o astiria[02:08.128]There we on the water took count[02:12.147]Of the moons that have orbited us and gave weight[02:16.448]To our arms that could open but slight[02:20.472]Though our words would change even gravity's might[02:24.786]With the dust and the ash of our fathers passed[02:28.778]Tucked neatly in our blood[02:33.011]O what length we 've waited for this place to seek us out[02:41.307]O astoria[02:53.622]In the shade shade of our glory[02:57.646]At the end of columbia's breath[03:01.951]Did we know our beliefs when we forged them[03:05.933]In the skin of the tall pines the rocks and the sands[03:10.240]Of o astoria[03:20.580]Ah u[03:39.502]Ah ah ah ah