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