I gave my life to you and I have worked so hard at it too
Would I do anything other than to raise you to be
The finest men?

After all this years of ploughing through the weeds
I have turned wise and grey
With every fibre in me
I have lived to see you grow to be

The finest men

I just followed my trail and I found my way back home
In this slight of all I wanted to display for you
I will never leave you alone

In the corners of this universal sky [bad word] often day passes me by
As long as the ways of the light
Will reach your bearing heart
I will find

The finest men

I came and I saw
I will understand this freedom
And remind you of me

Will you pass me on
My pride

I found in life my way home