Down by the river, golden in hue, A place where dreams are born anew. With boots and hat, I hum along, To melodies where I belong. The sky's a canvas, painted wide, As the world turns like a playful tide. Ride the winds of freedom high, Sing our songs into the sky. Together, we'll find our way, In this anthemic, joyful sway. Fields of clover, whispering clean, The heart of country seen and unseen. Let's dance with the echoes of the past, In a moment that's made to last. Our laughter echoes, reaching far, Underneath a sky full of stars. Ride the winds of freedom high, Sing our songs into the sky. Together, we'll find our way, In this anthemic, joyful sway. With every note and every chord, Feel the passion we've restored. These moments that we hold so dear, Guiding us year after year. Ride the winds of freedom high, Sing our songs into the sky. Together, we'll find our way, In this anthemic, joyful sway.