Where is the honest truth? Where is the open soul? Where is the simple smile? A friendly word or two For the passing stranger Who may rest awhile. Across the Arlic face The amber sun beats down Upon the vivid green. I hear it wide and loud Feel it wild and proud The way its always been. And my fathers they have walked this road And now they no-oh-oh-oh, Yes didn't they know-oh? There is no great and heavy load. Lalalalalalalala We stand on solid ground On solid ground Lalalalalalalala We stand on solid ground On solid ground (S u p e r r o c k i n f i d d l e t u n e s) My fathers they have looked this way And now