Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags,  [bad word] to know that memories
Were the best things you ever had
The summer shone beat down on bony backs
So far from home where the ocean stood 
Down dust and pine cone tracks

We slept like dogs down by the fire side
Awoke to the fog where all around us 
The bloom of summertime

We stood
Steady as the stars in the woods
So happy-hearted
And the warmth rang [bad word] inside these bones
As the old pine fell we sang
Just to bless the morning.

Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags,  [bad word] to know the friends around you
Are all you'll always have
Smoke in my lungs, the echoed stone 
Careless and young, free as the birds that fly
With weightless souls now.

We stood
Steady as the stars in the woods
So happy-hearted
And the warmth rang [bad word] inside these bones
We stood
Steady as the stars in the woods
So happy-hearted
And the warmth rang [bad word] inside these bones
As the old pine fell we sang
Just to bless the morning.

We grow, grow, steady as the morning
We grow, grow, older still
We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn
We grow, grow, older still
We grow, grow, steady as the flowers
We grow, grow, older still
We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn
We grow, grow, older still