There sits a young man
Future's in his hands
Is he gonna make
The world so much better
He hasn't made any plans
Old Mother Nature
Times on her side
Is she gonna raise him
Young and strong and healthy
Or just throw him aside
There stands a mountain
Weathered with age
Casts a shadow over
All of sweet creation
On this humble stage
There flows a river
So wild and free
Watch it carve a valley
Through the mountain
Just wait and see
There sits a young man
Head's full of song
He sings his story
While time passes
He won't be young for long
