As the icy breeze is shattered

By speaking to us warmly

(small ones stand up)

To the nation of duress

And God yes, it's a mess

We know this and that

The romantic soul for us

In the lost hierarchy of land

And landowners

And down will go back up

Forevermore!

I must try to believe this

And if I may consider

To look out from an opening

Of freshly painted lines

And letter perfect designs

For we know this and that...