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