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 gla** 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