Across the view, a greenest field extends, A silent, steady force that never bends. A million blades that breathe beneath the light, Each one a whisper, holding firm and bright. No single root feels lonely in its place, They share the deep, a circle of its grace.

This is the way life finds a path to stand, (yeah, it stands!) Deepest roots in the enduring land. They rise up straight, the army of the green, (oh, they rise!) The simple truth of living, ever keen. We live in love and freedom, (love and freedom!) with a simple, quiet faith.

No loud applause, no thunder for the start, Just quiet growth, a wisdom in the heart. They drink the dew, they face the fiercest sun, Their gentle fight is always being won. They bow to wind, they never break from fear, A gentle fight for everything that's dear.

This is the way life finds a path to stand, (yeah, it stands!) Deepest roots in the enduring land. They rise up straight, the army of the green, (oh, they rise!) The simple truth of living, ever keen. We live in love and freedom, (love and freedom!) with a simple, quiet faith.

When the heavy doubts may come to tread, The roots go deeper, underneath the dread. A perfect balance, soft and yet so tough, Enough to grow, when the world says"It's enough." The strength to be, is the freedom to become.

The silent pulse, it keeps on beating on, (keep on beating!) From dusk till dawn, from setting sun to dawn. Go straight ahead, like the green that spans the miles, Love and freedom (love and freedom!) in their quiet, endless smiles.