Do you remember now, the oblivion of youthful Minds, Caught up in the fashions of their time…
Roll away, I can see that clearly now, every time I look Into this Mirror image of a silver sky, Nests of pines and brandy wine, build this Country to the sky
What would they say? God is here in this country by the sky
A mirror image of a silver sky, Nests of pines and brandy wines, build this Country to the sky
Piecemeal of yesteryear, A stained glass moment marking time, With full intent on my 22 year old mind
Roll away, I can see that clearly now, Every time I look into this mirror image of a Silver sky, Nests of pines and brandy wine, build this country to the sky
What would they say? God is here in this country by the sky