| I’m coming in |
| Got the woodstove on |
| At the end of a treasured day |
| Take off my hat and shoes |
| And I lay me down |
| Lives been lost and fortunes won |
| A test of the will to survive |
| See where the shadow falls |
| And you stake your claim |
| I dream of trees and roads |
| I roam across the hills |
| The sky is big of deepest blue |
| The clouds like smoking trains |
| News coming in goes nation wide |
| Not a grain of truth to be heard |
| Lie to the ancient tribe in their mother tongue |
| Wreaking havoc and wrecking lives |
| Like a ball and chain to the skull |
| Rise, see the eagle fly |
| Spirit can’t be broken |
| I dream of trees and roads |
| I roam across the hills |
| The sky is big of deepest blue |
| The clouds like smoking trains |
| I dream of trees and roads |
| I roam across the hills |
| The sky is big of deepest blue |
| The clouds like smoking trains (and I dream) |
| I dream of trees and roads (and I dream) |
| I ride across the plains (and I dream) |
| The sky is big of deepest blue (and I dream) |
| The clouds like smoking trains (and I dream) |
| I dream of trees and roads (and I dream) |
| I roam across the hills |