History - Douwe Bob

History is passing by

Searching eyes all looking at the ancient sky

River carves a canyon wide

Running to the valley from the mountain high

Way up here a soft wind is always blowing

Down to where the forest is ever growing

Don’t you believe

Man is but a small grain in the sands of time

Don’t you believe

We are merely seconds to the years gone by

Let’s make 'em shine

Coast to coast from home to home

Riding over plains and passing ancient stones

She gallops and she shakes my bones

The trees are humming melodies I’ve always known

Way up here a soft wind is always blowing

Down to where the forest is ever young

Don’t you believe

Man is but a small grain in the sands of time

Don’t you believe

We are merely seconds to the years gone by

Let’s make 'em shine

(We'll make 'em shine)

Let’s make ‘em shine