Follow You Home

In the year of sixty two the land received a soul

A baby cried, a mother smiles,

A hero made of gold

A heart like a burning flame

Beats like an old steam train

Bound to an other by chain

Silver lining

As the boy because a man

The child inside remained

High on life with wide eyes open

A smile that could dry up the rain

A name that would now ring true

Like a sun on a sky of blue

The khaki legend grew

Ten feet tall

With heart in heard

You bridge horizons

You paint the wild

Mother nature rises

You walk alone

But I will follow you home

If the earth could mold

A man underneath the perfect sky

Like a diamond from the ground

An image of you would rise

Bearing a will of steel

Roll like an iron wheel

Teaching the world to feel

Heart and soul