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nOak Lake Community Song: Lyrics
The end of the line was the start of this town
The end of the line was the start of this town
nThere were piles of ties and steel rails to lay down
n The men wintered in tents in the mud of Flat Creek
nThe wind blew through their coats, the swamp swallowed their feet.





It’s the place where our seeds have been sown













It’s the place where our seeds have been sown














It’s the place were our seeds have been sown



It's always here, it's our home!
