long ago when the century was young lived a man who passed his land on to his son long ago when the moral of man was high life was a battle just to survive every day a struggle and a toil to harvest the land and to seed the soil he worked in the forest and he worked in the fields worked day and night to feed his family
behold the old man - striving all he can behold the old man - for he is the hero of the land
he never cared much for fortune and fame he never cried and he never complained he built his dream with his bare hands & mind a simple man but an artist of life and still today as I behold the old man I see him striving all that he can one of these days he'll pass his land on to his son let his spirit guide us when this century is gone...
behold the old man - striving all he can behold the old man - for he is the hero of the land
one of these days... I'll be the old man and I'll will fight for my family and land
behold the old man - striving all he can behold the old man - the hero of the land
behold the old man - striving all he can behold the old man - for he is the hero of the land
