Yamhill or Yam Hill is the name of a band of the Kalapuya Native American tribe, living in Oregon, United States, and several places and geographic features named after them:
The Kalapuya are a Native American ethnic group. They are members of the Confederated Tribes of the Grand Ronde Community of Oregon. The Kalapuya tribes' traditional homelands were the Willamette Valley of present-day western Oregon in the United States, an area bounded by the Cascade Range to the east, the Oregon Coast Range at the west, the Columbia River at the north, to the Calapooya Mountains of the Umpqua River at the south.
The Kalapuya people are said to have originally entered their tribal homeland, in the Willamette Valley located in the American state of Oregon, by migrating from the south of the valley northwards, forcing out earlier inhabitants. The Kalapuyan people spoke sundry dialects of a Kalapuyan language. It was categorized by John Wesley Powell as part of the Takelman language group; in the early 21st century these are known as the Oregon Penutian languages.
The Kalapuyan people were not a single homogeneous tribal entity but rather were made up of multiple autonomous subdivisions, loosely related to one another by language dialects, which were mutually unintelligible. The eight related groups comprising the Kalapuya people spoke three distinct dialects of the Oregon Penutian language family: Northern Kalapuyan, Central Kalapuyan, and Yoncalla (also called Southern Kalapuya). These languages were mutually unintelligible. Catholic missionary François Blanchet said that "fourteen or fifteen different dialects were spoken by these tribes; they are not so essentially different but that they can understand each other. Moreover, the Chinook jargon is spoken among the Kalapooias [sic]."
The year comes as the sun sets
my eyes swell with simplicity
the call of human nothingness
the answer of everything
i find myself lost in your majesty
The worlds tells of innocence
like the child inside of me
it's only good while its hearts beats beauty
brave the pain
so you may drink of me
You left me
as i walk beside the water
look up to the moon
my life becomes a river
as i run into you
Stars prick their bed of pink
bleeding blue
find there way to you eyes
as i stare into you
self falls away in the twilight
this is the first of our summer nights
now there is nothing we must be or do
If i could freeze this moment in time
i'd frame it and hang it in the hall of divive
i'd call the whole world and beg them to see
how much we love
how lucky i'd be
You left me
as i walk beside the water
look up to the moon
my life becomes a river
as i run into you
I don't know where we end up begin
i don't know if that's yours of my skin
i've got nothing to lose
everything I am i give up to you
As i walk beside the water
look up to the moon
my life becomes a river
as i run into you
I walk beside the water
look up to the moon
my life becomes a river
as i run into you
Comes as the sunsets
my eyes swell with simplicity
self falls away in the twilight