Heartland Horizon

From the redwood timber

to the gulf stream tide

These open spaces

stretching deep and wide

Two hundred fifty winters,

and the summers still hold

This story of promise,

beautifully told

America, your light

is still shining clear

Through every winding valley,

year after year

We lift a quiet hand

to the endless blue sky (ohhh)

And let the gratitude rise

We carved out a path

through the dust and the stone

With a vision of freedom

we made as our own

Now the mountain tops

catch the first morning sun

A tapestry woven,

many in one

America, your light

is still shining clear

Through every winding valley,

year after year

We lift a quiet hand

to the endless blue sky (ohhh)

And let the gratitude rise

Two hundred fifty years...

And the light is still clear...