I walk in steps of men who paid The price that I might be. Across this land, so fertile now, Where once, men`s blood ran free. I wear the clothes of they who fought This fair land for to free In coat of gray, with head held high, Oh would that I could be? I sing the songs they carried forth Young hearts aglow with pride As marching off to war they went, Those brothers, side by side. I eat their food, by campfire light As evening sun repair For here they come, those men of old My thoughts to fill, and share I dream their dream, and feel the fear Of men forever free For now I know, just how they paid The price, that I might be.