Manila Sunrise

 

When the valley wakes from sleeping

And the winter chill is gone

When grass green fills in the pasture,

And new calves bounce along,

We're glad we belong.

 

Where water skips in creek beds

And the liquid life abounds

We can hear the song birds singing.

We will always love that sound.

To the land we are bound.

Chorus:

Shine bright Manila Sunrise and lick the morning dew.

Spread light across the valley and help us renew

Our claim for clean-air living where skies are often blue.

Deer galore, elk for sure, and mountain sheep, a few.

 

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Flaming Gorge is like a ruby

That glistens in the sun.

The Kokanee and Lake Trout

Mean the fishing's never done.

And oh, it's so much fun.

No stop lights are on main street

Aspens trees shade the ground.

Cottonwood and the spruce trees

Are found throughout the town.

Simple living can be found.

Chorus:

Shine bright Manila Sunrise and lick the morning dew.

Spread light across the valley and help us renew

Our claim for clean-air living where skies are often blue.

Deer galore, elk for sure, and mountain sheep, a few.