Forged By Wildfire
They watch from the fences,
they call it a maze
But I am just tracing the ancient of ways
Every block that I lay
is a stone out of place
In a grand architecture
they cannot embrace
But the mortar is drying,
the timber is strong (ahhh)
Let the storm wind howl,
let the mountain slide We are building the road where the bold
will ride!
Raise the standard high,
though the path be strange!
(hey!) Every crooked stone is a vow of change!
Lay the heavy wood,
let the iron ring!
(hey!) From the wilder wood,
hear the chorus sing!
They want the highway,
the flat-paved design But they'll never know
the ridge-top line
Where the hawks gather
and the free-born stand (stand tall) With the dirt of the creation
on their hands
Raise the standard high,
though the path be strange!
(hey!) Every crooked stone is a vow of change!
Lay the heavy wood,
let the iron ring!
(hey!) From the wilder wood,
hear the chorus sing!
Let them watch... (hummm)