In the year of 62 the land received a soul
A baby cried, a mother smiled,
A hero made of gold
A heart like a burning flame
Beats like an old steam train
Bound to the north 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 hand
You bridge horizons
You paint the wild
Mother nature rises
You walk alone
But I will follow you home
If the earth could mould
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
With heart in hand
You bridge horizons
You paint the wild
Mother nature rises
You walk alone
But I will follow you home