thinking of what lies ahead making real all the tales you have read your days out here are not alone now you have a place to call your home as every snow fall comes to rest each day will end in sunset i know that your days will be cold before we fade as all of us grow old brand new footprints on this land touching colors with your hands we look upon this new frontier with mountains far and rivers near the wilderness your playground now we rest with all our safety far brand new footprints on this land touching colors with your hands 