Old Glory

 

Family sings by the piano,
After sharing times of the day,
When a dollar earned was a dollar,
With value made by strong hands,
And pride was seen in the appearance,
Without regard to what you have,
As fathers knew their sons,
And mothers knew their daughters,
With God shining upon his creation,
We once sought what we could create,
Building cars that would drive into legend,
These cars carry stories of Sunday drives,
A family singing songs down the road,
Roads leading to mountains or seas,
As we became all that we could be,
Behind the wheel of old glory.