September came to a quiet close
On a calm and sunny day
The wind was hardly blowing
And serene was Tillamook Bay.

The hills were lightly misted
Yet the fog was out, at sea
And the gulls down at Bay City
On their mountains of shells ate free

The hardest part was coming home
But I'm going back, I say
To visit again the beautiful shore
Of that place called Tillamook Bay.

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