LONG AGO WHEN THE CENTURY WAS YOUNG   LIVED A MAN WHO PASSED HIS LAND ON TO HIS SON   LONG AGO WHEN THE MORAL OF MAN WAS HIGH   LIFE WAS A BATTLE JUST TO SURVIVE   EVERY DAY A STRUGGLE AND A TOIL   TO HARVEST THE LAND AND TO SEED THE SOIL   HE WORKED IN THE FOREST AND HE WORKED IN THE FIELDS   WORKED DAY AND NIGHT TO FEED HIS FAMILY      BEHOLD THE OLD MAN - STRIVING ALL HE CAN   BEHOLD THE OLD MAN - FOR HE IS THE HERO OF THE LAND      HE NEVER CARED MUCH FOR FORTUNE AND FAME   HE NEVER CRIED AND HE NEVER COMPLAINED   HE BUILT HIS DREAM WITH HIS BARE HANDS & MIND   A SIMPLE MAN BUT AN ARTIST OF LIFE   AND STILL TODAY AS I BEHOLD THE OLD MAN   I SEE HIM STRIVING ALL THAT HE CAN   ONE OF THESE DAYS HE'LL PASS HIS LAND ON TO HIS SON   LET HIS SPIRIT GUIDE US WHEN THIS CENTURY IS GONE...      BEHOLD THE OLD MAN - STRIVING ALL HE CAN   BEHOLD THE OLD MAN - FOR HE IS THE HERO OF THE LAND      ONE OF THESE DAYS... I'LL BE THE OLD MAN   AND I'LL WILL FIGHT FOR MY FAMILY AND LAND      BEHOLD THE OLD MAN - STRIVING ALL HE CAN   BEHOLD THE OLD MAN - THE HERO OF THE LAND      BEHOLD THE OLD MAN - STRIVING ALL HE CAN   BEHOLD THE OLD MAN - FOR HE IS THE HERO OF THE LAND