Solid Ground

Where is the honest truth?
Where is the open soul?
Where is the simple smile?
A friendly word or two
for the passing stranger
who may rest awhile.
Across the Arlic face
the amber sun beats down
upon the vivid green.
I hear it wide and loud
feel it wild and proud
the way its always been.
And my fathers they have walked this road
and now they no-oh-oh-oh,
yes didn’t they know-oh?
There is no great and heavy load.
Lalalalalalalala
We stand on solid ground
On solid ground
Lalalalalalalala
We stand on solid ground
On solid ground
(s u p e r r o c k i n f i d d l e t u n e s)
My fathers they have looked this way
and now