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