In the year of 62 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 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