follow you home

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