History

History is passing by Searching eyes all looking at the ancient sky River carves a canyon wide Running to the valley from the mountain highWay up here a soft wind is always blowing Down to where the forest is ever growing Don't you believe Man is but a small grain in the sands of time Don't you believe We are merely seconds to the years gone by Let's make 'em shine Coast to coast from home to home Riding over plains and passing ancient stones She gallops and she shakes my bones The trees are humming melodies I've always known Way up here a soft wind is always blowing Down to where the forest is ever young Don't you believe Man is but a small grain in the sands of time Don't you believe We are merely seconds to the years gone by Let's make 'em shine We'll make 'em shine Let's make 'em shine