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