Lyrics:

long ago when the century was young lived a man who passed his land on to his son long ago when the moral of man was high life was a battle just to survive every day a struggle and a toil to harvest the land and to seed the soil he worked in the forest and he worked in the fields worked day and night to feed his family behold the old man - striving all he can behold the old man - for he is the hero of the land he never cared much for fortune and fame he never cried and he never complained he built his dream with his bare hands