Post by ladyrileylupus on Nov 16, 2003 16:40:24 GMT -5
The legends whisper in the breeze about heros and helpers of the past,
When swords clashed and the sound of trumpets rang.
Legends sail on a ghost ship with a white mast,
While campers around the fire of their travels did sang.
Listen to the wind as it glides on through the crying willow trees,
Telling its story about those that fought or lost in a battle they dare not flee.
That is the spirit of the Free Country running free,
That is the spirit of the Wilderness that each of us have,
You and me.
When swords clashed and the sound of trumpets rang.
Legends sail on a ghost ship with a white mast,
While campers around the fire of their travels did sang.
Listen to the wind as it glides on through the crying willow trees,
Telling its story about those that fought or lost in a battle they dare not flee.
That is the spirit of the Free Country running free,
That is the spirit of the Wilderness that each of us have,
You and me.