Steam horn blows, wake up on the ground,  mill gates clang as the noon shift sounds. 

Pulp is clumpin’ on my soul and my boots, and hot hot vapor, rising to a red-shifted sun. 

The stack breathes heat in the winter chill, a special new boiler at the Saint Helens mill, 

Workers discovered brown could be much more light, it's a brand new technological height.  

It put St. Helens on the map until 1974. 

Aaaah . . . they called it Kranila, so white, bleached brown paper and made it so bright. 

So roll it tight and ship it out fast, Kranila was born from spruce and ash. 

First in the world, we made strong paper white, Saint Helens stood proud, an industrial might, 

Rail cars rolled product back to the east, it was White Gold coming from a small town in the west. 

Made our mark in the Great Depression, Pulp and Paper built our pride and profession. 

Opened doors we had not known before, fed the town and sent our paper to every shore. 

It put St. Helens on the map until 1974. 

Aaaa . . . they called it Kranila, so white, bleached brown paper and made it so bright. 

So roll it up tight and ship it out fast, Kranila . . . Kranila . . . Kranila . . . was born from spruce and ash.