In the dawn of America's youth, we listened to the land's gentle truth
The whispers of the wind that swept across the plain, guided us forward through the trials and the pain
Oh, the spirits of the land, they kept us young. With the eagle's wings, our hearts remained unsung
We roamed the open plains where the buffalo would roam. With the wind's wild whispers, we found our way back home
The mountains stood tall, like sentinels of old, their ancient wisdom stories yet untold
The river's gentle flow, like lifeblood in our veins, quenched our thirst and soothed our soul's deep pains
Oh, the spirits of the land, they kept us young. With the eagle's wings, our hearts remained unsung
We roamed the open plains where the buffalo would roam. With the wind's wild whispers, we found our way back home
We honored the land with every stamp and every strike. Listened to the wind as it whispered secrets inside
Of the nation born, of the brave and the bold, we're the land in which spirits forever would unfold
Oh, the spirits of the land, they kept us young. With the eagle's wings, our hearts remained unsung
We roamed the open plains where the buffalo would roam. With the wind's wild whispers, we found our way back home
Our legacy lives on, in this land we adore. A nation born, of the brave and the bold
We'll keep listening to the land and wind's sweet song. In harmony, our spirits will forever belong