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In the year of sixty two |
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The land received a soul |
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A baby cried, a mother smiled |
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A hero made of gold |
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A heart like a burnin' flame |
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It beats like an old steam train |
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Bound to an [Incomprehensible] by a chain |
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Silver linin' |
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As the boy became a man |
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The child inside remained |
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High on life, wide eyes open |
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A smile could dry up the rain |
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A name that would now ring true |
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Like a sun on a sky of blue |
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The khaki legend grew |
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Ten feet tall |
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With heart in hand |
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You bridge horizons |
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You paint the wild |
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Mother nature rises |
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You walk alone |
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But I will follow you home |
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If the earth could mold |
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A man underneath perfect skies |
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Like a diamond from the ground |
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An image of you would rise |
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Bearin' a will of steel |
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Roll like an iron wheel |
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Teachin' the world to feel |
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Heart and soul |
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With heart in hand |
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You bridge horizons |
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You paint the wild |
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Mother nature rises |
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You walk alone |
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But I will follow you home |
