Song of the Little Applegate, by Connie Fowler

(In the late 1970s, the Little Applegate Valley was the scene of protests against extensive clear-cutting of the forests around it. Out of the protests grew this song about the valley in which Buncom is located, written by a prominent local artist and songwriter.  The forests were not clear-cut.)
Well, I know a place that you can go
Where the sun's always shining and there ain't much snow
It rains just enough to keep things green
It's the prettiest place you've ever seen.
Little Applegate we want to walk in your forests
We want to fish in your stream
We want to walk in your sunshine
Who can blame us for our dream?
We want to take a trip to Buncom
Walk along with old Gin Lin
We want to save you for our children
We want to share you with our friends.
Sit under the moon where coyotes howl
Have a little visit with the Spotted Owl,
Dusky woodrat and the old black bear
If you love them all you can see them there.
Little Applegate we want to walk in your forests
We want to fish in your stream
We want to walk in your sunshine
Who can blame us for our dream?
We want to take a trip to Buncom
Walk along with old Gin Lin
We want to save you for our children
We want to share you with our friends.

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